Yes, nail art. You probably thought it would be another imaginary boyfriend, didn’t you? Come on, admit it. But, no! It’s nail art! How did I get obsessed with nail art, of all things??? It’s so Not Me. And yet it is me. Like all…

We were thinking about buying some French doors until we found out how much they cost. Not a chateau in the Loire Valley, mind you, or a flat in mid-town Paris, but a set of doors. Well, we’re from the Portland neighborhood in the West…

So we went to Magna cum Murder, the best mystery festival inna werld! We learned that arsenic is everywhere. We learned how to choke somebody out without leaving marks. Most useful. In the vendor hall, we saw this piano. All we could find out about…

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