Look what happened!
Yes, that’s a picture of my desk. ON DOOR SIXTEEN. The old nightstand it’s made out of said she’s never felt more like a beauty queen. And really, neither have I. But I didn’t need so much plastic surgery, so I win this feel-good contest.
So if you hopped on the old computer to drool over pictures of Anna’s beautiful home, saw one of our first little NYC apartment instead, and were still gracious enough to click the link, I like you. I hope you’ll stick around, there’s a lot of work to do.