"I'm not eating that. I only like hotel sausage."
- Lex, when I served him high-quality sausage (patties, not links) from our local butcher at breakfast.
For the record, I prefer hotel breakfasts, too. Because I don't have to make them, clean up afterwards, and there is going to be housekeeping to make our beds and clean the bathroom.
"When are we going to buy a house? You know, with a pantry, and more architectural elements? Everything in this apartment is at a 90-degree angle."
- Connor, musing upon our current living conditions. Which are apparently too square for his taste.
Some days I am so with him. I would love a pantry. And a fireplace. For starters. But other days, I look around and realize that there aren't any other rooms to be cleaned and then I sit down and do something fun. It's like living in a hotel. Sort of.
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