Toward the end of my Europe trip a few weeks ago I got a text out of the blue from Matt that said, "sorry about your house."
This is a terrible thing to have someone say to you without any context whatsoever while you are thousands of miles away from home.
A few days and eleventy flights later, I walked into the place at 1:00 in the morning, wondering if the reason for Matt's apology would be readily apparent. It was. During the two weeks I was gone, Matt completely rearranged my entire house. He moved paintings and furniture. He hauled stuff from one room to another. He made a pile of lamps and other decorations that were to be discarded. He even bought some stuff and left me a bill.
How much do you have to hate someone's taste to show up and do something like that while they're on vacation?
Anyway, your Pictures & Distractions:
Skylar gives the best neck massages.
So, Ollie found chocolate at my house.
My new painting from Italy.
Matt's birthday party.
Skylar at a concert he said he was too sick to attend.
Crap to distract you from whatever you're supposed to be doing:
