Karma

Sometimes, having a private blog isn't so bad.

This weekend, Henry came over to show us his (now infected) reattached thumb, and invite us over for dinner at his place. (yikes.)
We quickly decided that it's too hot to cook, and we are going out to pizza together tomorrow night, instead.

Remember Henry?
Of course you do.

Do you remember 2 years ago, when I made fun of denim jumpers and a week later the universe got back at me and I somehow ended up wearing one?

Karma.
I deserved it.

This is Henry's House:
I call this photo series. "Piles of crap that have been buried by piles and piles of crap."




Meanwhile, while I arrogantly hahaha'd at Henry's ill behavior,
my air conditioner was flooding the carpet pads.

New carpet is getting installed in my home, today.
Which means everything I own needs to be moved out of the carpeted areas and into the dining room. Since these photos were taken, a piano, a treadmill, a changing table, and about 6 boxes of crap have been added to the horrific scene below.

My House:

Huh.
Whaddyaknow.

sort of looks like...piles of crap that have been buried by piles and piles of crap!

Karma bites.