June 7
...serving up your daily dish.
All The World's A Stage
Recently, my home was invaded by a team of three women who, armed with an arsenal of props, tools and a seemingly unlimited supply of brute strength, whipped my abode into shape, making it look better than it ever had. After that, someone came and bought it out from under me. I'm not homeless, I've just moved about 10 blocks to new Baristaville digs, where the predominant decorating scheme is numerous modern art sculptures of cardboard boxes stacked in corners, waiting to be unpacked. To see how my house got dressed for success, go Home.
