Conversation with my mom:
Me: Which do you think would freak out dad more, if Trading Spaces came knocking, or What not to wear?
Mom: What not to wear. Could you imagine those two coming in and throwing out all the old clothes he lives in?
… and then both of us burst out laughing, with images of shotguns being used on those poor hapless fashionistas.
Spent a part of the afternoon watching wood burn in the fireplace, speaking with Katy. Remember sweetie, a horse eating banananananananas.
Off to read a bit, night!