Since my apartment is being renovated and have been so for a couple of weeks, I don’t have the option of living in it. So for the past two weeks, except for work trips and long weekends in Gotham, I’ve been staying at the neighbors.
Today I changed couch to that of Mr Grumpy II’s luxurious hotel. There are slippers;
And first class dinner, served in front of the TV of course.
Can’t get much better than that, could it? Other than my own bed…