I love the bathtub. Plain and simple. This may be some sort of addiction, I'm not sure. But when i come home from work, or if i am the least bit cold i don't grab a blanket or relax in front of the T.V., no no, I hop in the bath tub! I have done this three nights in a row...
The moment my little popsicle of a toe hits the water, all the wackos i deal with in a day (including my boss) are completely forgotten about...
So, Jordan... when we start looking for a house, i don't need anything but this. A heart-shaped bathtub next to a roaring fireplace, peeking out onto the snow-capped pine trees... I really am quite easy to please :)
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You and Whitney.... so alike.... she only had 2 requirements when we looked for our place: it had to have a big closet for all of her crap (shoes and the sort), and a big tub for her precious "tub-baths" Why couldn't I get what I wanted? All I wanted was a place I could shoot my guns off of the back porch and the neighbors wouldn't care... oh well, we men are weak...
gorgeous
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