Man of My Dreams

This is a picture of my closet back home. Obviously, I did not do much that was blipable today.

However, Nathan and I talked about our townhouse next year, and what furniture we can beg, borrow, or steal from our families. And then we talked about the walk-in storage closet downstairs that will be there JUST BECAUSEl, to to provide...EXTRA...storage. Plus the pantry, bathroom closet, outside storage, and closets in each bedroom. But we aren't actually going to use the walk-in closet; instead, I will spend part of each day inside it, rolling around and stretching because it is soooo big that I can. And my old closets have been so small that clothes hangers don't fit in them.

And then Nathan said perhaps the sexiest thing he's ever said to me.
"So, I was thinking you can have the whole closet in our room and my closet can be the one in the spare bedroom. Because you'll probably need your own. And this way, you'll have a lot more space."

And that, ladies and gentleman, will be the secret to our long, successful marriage.