I'd swear that, somehow, my apartment knows I'll be moving soon. The walls have ears - and, apparently, the windows do too.
Over the past few days, Portland has flung just about everything imaginable at my windows. Rain. Sleet. Snow. Hail. Poo.
Are the windows asking to have these things flung at them? Are they trying to put on a show - as if to say "You'll miss us when you're gone!"
I can only wonder.
Where do you be moving to?
bon voyage...::::: | April 1, 2008 12:42 PM