Movin’/Groovin’
I moved! I moved to Rochester to better accommodate my job and really, to eat more pizza. But in all of that moving, I never found my upper retainer. Have you ever lost your upper retainer and thought “what wouldn’t I do to find my upper retainer?” I’ve thought that, but still no ransoms. Just a gap between my two front teeth which is both a literal and figurative empty space.
But I digress… I’m almost unpacked, settled and ready for visitors to become guests. So please, be my guest at Boardman Street. We’ll pro hang on my cool van-seat-gone-couch and fine dine; compliments of my waffle maker! Help make this apartment a home (I have syrup and strawberry topping).
