Horchow sends me emails. They know I'm insane, but they think I'm rich, too. Anyway, today they sent a missive inviting me to decorate by my horoscope.
I do believe in:
*life after death
*ignorance being bliss
*haircolor that makes your hair soft
*huge government conspiracies
*random acts of kindness
I do not believe in:
So imagine my surprise when I discovered that, with the sole exception of that awful turquoise lamp which must be included as some sort of bizarre taste test, I loveloveLOVE every single recommendation!
Horchow, you get me. That is kinda scary.
Those of you who really get me, well, you know I'm trying to bury that last post with fluff. I've found, through extensive research, that fluff is not good burying material. Alas...