Saturday, August 28, 2010

inside the new vintage look

me = the world's luckiest guy.
after rolling up to the front door tired, soaked, starving, and with sand and grit in every place it probably shouldn't be, i walk inside to find a towel and a note. the towel goes on the floor and all my wet clothing and equipment is deposited onto it and then i follow the note's directions to the refrigerator. inside i find what is probably the best sandwich i've had in days and cold beer, all of which is provided for me by someone who is quite possibly the world's best better half. ever.
thank you, shea.

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