I remembered that I forgot to take pictures of my great-aunt's house before I left Wisconsin. Kat would've killed for that bedroom set in the guest room, even though it was only a full-sized bed. I'm so sorry, Kat. There was so much mid-century treasure to be found 'round that house. Alas, being in such glory had a price: listening to Fox News. My relatives also have an electronic organ that's about the price of 2 brand-new cars. Thinking of them, their spending habits, and all the artifacts in their house gives me shivers of thrill and horror. So much thrill... and so much horror. And then I remember how horrified my great-aunt was when I puked in her sink back in 2000. I feel better then. Edited to add: It's after noon, and I'm on page 441 of my dash. We're on December 22nd now!
