When we left our urban life a year ago and moved into an old Tudor home in the country, we were excited for the change: space! critters! grass! We happily said goodbye to coin-operated laundry machines in the basement, the mercurial super who also dwelled in the basement, pigeons fornicating on our air conditioner, and neighbors who loved to blast Jethro Tull and move across the floor at 2am on a rolling desk chair. But there were a few things that were hard to say goodbye to, most importantly (even more so than the
Sunday, January 2nd, 2011
Nanny Returns Brownies
