“I love my HOA!” Said probably no one ever. I despise our HOA. I really, really, really do. Burning our annual dues in the fire pit on our terrace would be more satisfying.
It has been awhile, has it not?
I’m living in Jurassic Park.
The first installment.
Obviously with 441 boxes (still have not located #280, though) filling the house, roaming about Knoxville or Tennessee is well, not a priority. Eau du Cardboard is not a pleasant home scent.