bookmark_bordergrowing tired of the charade

I’m growing tired of this charade I’ve been keeping up. It’s causing me anxiety.

Okay, I’m not in my twenties anymore and I’m prepared to embrace this. (I think I had an epiphany on the bicycle or perhaps it was a reaction to the gel.)

I recently celebrated a birthday (!) and I’ve decided that I’m going to turn over a new leaf. Age is just a number…and in my case it is not even a big one. In BINGO years I am still an “N”.

B-I-N-G-O
B-I-N-G-O
B-I-N-G-O

… and BINGO was his name-o.

bookmark_borderbreakfast in bed?

Condos are getting smaller. What passes as a second bedroom in a typical downtown condo is the size of a closet in the lovely community of Brooklin, Ontario. (I should know, I live in a storage closet with a bathroom.)

Take a look at this picture. I have no talent — so trust me — it is not a photoshop effort.

Look at the kitchen. Look at bedroom.

Feet get cold at night? Just pop them in the oven.

Cheap and easy.