The air was SO CRISP this morning, it reminded me that our 2 days of actual New York City autumn will soon be upon us!
The whole prospect of it has me craving domestic order like a Labrador in heat… I want to magic eraser my entire apartment (along with select portions of my life and the dog). Dust bunnies begone! I am SO ready to alphabetize my books…
And so it just occurred to me that quite soon (read: NOW) there is going to be a HUGE glut of very contrite displaced males… all in a metropolitan area with an EXTREME shortage of quality pre-war apartments. Lads, do I have a list of chores for you…
Hmmm… let’s think about requirements…
- A strongish design aesthetic.
- Knowledge of power tools (esp. a belt sander) and electric.
- Good grammar essential–must know the difference between you’re and your, it’s and its, etc.
- Moderately gainful employment, but you needn’t be a Rockefeller…
- It would help if you looked a bit like a pirate or Collin Firth (perhaps, when he was more of a whippersnapper–none of this latest Kingsman malarky).
- And… if you weren’t terribly needy or fussy, that’d be fine. No vegans.
- Must like books, jazz and annoying dogs.
There, I think that’s about it…
xoxo – gg
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No vegans. Not that I don’t love vegans, mind you, I just love them from a distance. Once you get closer than, say, 30 feet or so they become a drag on my choice of restaurant, and I can’t have that.
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