I was dreaming of the past, and my heart was beating fast.
Okay, yes, I know this meme is old, but remember, I didn't have a computer. And I always wanted to do this.
In other news...
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 4-7 sentences on your LJ along with these instructions.
5.Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest (unless it's too troublesome to reach and is really heavy. Then go back to step 1).
6. Tag five people I don't think so!
Her life was perfect. But as was often the case, the rest of us were still adjusting.
One problem was Don's stuff. Being a lifelong bachelor, he had certain objects that he'd grown attatched to, very little of which fit my mother's decorating scheme for the new wing. The only thing that even remotely reflected Don's taste in their bedroom was, in fact, was a large Moroccan tapestry depicting various biblical tableaus. It was enormous and took up most of the wall, but it did match the carpet almost perfectly, and therefore constituted a compromise of taste that my mother could live with. The remainder of his belongings were exiled to the rest of the house, which meant that Chris and I had to adjust to living with Don's decor.
In other news...
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 4-7 sentences on your LJ along with these instructions.
5.Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest (unless it's too troublesome to reach and is really heavy. Then go back to step 1).
6. Tag five people I don't think so!
Her life was perfect. But as was often the case, the rest of us were still adjusting.
One problem was Don's stuff. Being a lifelong bachelor, he had certain objects that he'd grown attatched to, very little of which fit my mother's decorating scheme for the new wing. The only thing that even remotely reflected Don's taste in their bedroom was, in fact, was a large Moroccan tapestry depicting various biblical tableaus. It was enormous and took up most of the wall, but it did match the carpet almost perfectly, and therefore constituted a compromise of taste that my mother could live with. The remainder of his belongings were exiled to the rest of the house, which meant that Chris and I had to adjust to living with Don's decor.