Sophistication

When we moved in to the new house, I wasn't all that excited about the gas stove in the living room. I mean it's nice and all, kind of classes up the joint a bit, but I didn't forsee spending a lot of time in the front room. I'd post a pic but I'm at work and it won't let me for some reason.

Anyway, my love for the stove was increased drastically last night when I fired it up, got a giant pillow, and read my zombie book. I just kind of rotisseried myself, turning when one side was warm and the other cool.

Reading a book in front of the fire = total sophistication.

But there's kind of a downside, too, because now I have to hire a butler, a maid, and a driver and I just don't make sophisticated money. Plus I don't think farting is very sophisticated so I think I'm giving up the lifestyle before it even begins. Aaah well, it was good while it lasted.