Scar Tissue

For about two months this summer, we were so stressed out and bitter trying to sell the VA house that we went into this phase of what I call House Improvement Protest. We decided we were never going to spend money on tailoring and tweaking a house based upon our tastes ever again, because when it's time to sell the house, we just have to shell out an ungodly amount of money to make all things vanilla for resale value.

Not that we plan to sell this house. Ever. Never again will we go through that.

Everrrrrrr.

But now? The shell shock is wearing off and the scar tissue is starting to form. After spending the entire weekend frantically working on homework, reading, and class prep, I had cabin fever and we decided to go find a reading lamp for the library.

When we found the one we liked, we had this joint moment of can we afford this? Then G was like, "Wait! We only own one house!"

Ta Da!

Looks good, right?

We sit in here throughout the winter - and let's face it, that's like a good 10 months out of the year here - and the lamp helps us shed a little light on the situation! Haaaaa. We can each control our side and the base is thin enough that we don't have to strain to see each other.

I foresee lots of cozy nights, whining and groaning about homework under the soft light...