Mess for La.

Dear Fleur.
Here is the thing.
I live in a room with a photographer.
And also, Nat+La come in just under two weeks.

Mandy and I decided to clean.
La wanted to see.

The first picture is the current state of our beds. That is a baby bassinet. There is an ironing board somewhere in there. Maybe too many books. And the Christmas lights are still not strung up again. A wok is hiding also.
The second picture is the current motivation for us. Sean Faris doing clapping push-ups by the ocean. It's a very clean image. Something good to work for.
I'm kidding. Really.
Mandy is just in love with him. So she hung it up.
I for one hung up a picture of a bride with very beautiful arms next to my bed. I didn't take a picture of it though. I think she's pretty. And it reminds me of "The Princess Bride."
Yes. That is still one of my indulgences in between cleaning and eating these days. I need to finish about eight more books before school starts again.

I just want to make it clear for whomever decides to live with a photographer for the rest of their life--or more precisely, whoever marries Mandy--should take into consideration the woes. There are a lot of perks. Really. But there are some woes too.
I will write you a letter about it if you are interested. The letter will be very long and cover the broad subjects of easy birthday present ideas and the expense of lenses and the problems with owning too many too large props. Such as baby bassinets. That is definitely a downfall to the career.

My ukulele playing has been suffering these days. But I don't have time to change that right now. I need to go take a shower because I just got back from my run. And then I have to clean more and possibly read "Lord of the Flies."

Reminder: Carnations for Mandy's birthday.

I'll help finish the coop today too. Or come close to finishing. More painting. Nesting boxes this time, in eggshell white. And gah, I should try and do that trim too.
Also, before I forget, I have your polka-dot flats La. Come get them.