Okay, he’s now obsessing about a sink. A sink, I tell you! He has probably a zillion cases to read; many, many chapters of Creating Modern Capitalism; and God knows what else, but he’s obsessing because the vanity we special ordered doesn’t fit tightely against the wall, because the wall itself is angled (like every other wall in this house). And now he’s moping about and cursing because it just won’t be perfect. Let’s hope he doesn’t look too closely at the rooms I’ve painted.
Where to Find Me
Where to Find Me
