Ah, Bonnaroo. I wanted to go but the tickets are PRICEY.

James Brown, though, dog. That's rad. HIT IT AND QUIT IT!

(Lemme know if you and the little woman wanna have a drink or dinner or some shit. I never get to play host.)

Murfreesboro eh?

My wife and I are staying in Murfreesboro overnight before we go to Bonnaroo this June :)

It occurred to me that the building you live in is older than any building in all of my county of residence, save one - its first jail, built of logs and painstakingly maintained as an historical artifact. In other words, you live in something a local would think of as a sort of museum. Weird.

>Got to stash the hot pink vibrator in the pillowcase

I think we just found your next writing assignment.

But seriously, the video tour and this post made me jealous. Living in a house with plenty of room comes with its own set of annoyances. Having four walls and just enough space to store the essentials actually sounds pretty nice right about now.

And living alone? I can only imagine how relaxing that must be.

But I guess it's like that little crab said: The seaweed is always greener in somebody else's lake.

Thank you, Sky, for the topic suggestion.