If it were your last week in a foreign land, would you wear a pair of mismatched socks so you wouldn’t have to do laundry again? This is the quandary that faces me. Also, Nic’s wine is not cooling down fast enough in our makeshift walk-in fridge. This is not good since I am halfway through my bottle. Oddly enough, I am almost finished with my closet and she’s only about halfway.
your last pair
Posted: January 22, 2011 in domestication, expatriate, marriage, wife, husband, house0
