I really want a new trampoline.
I really need a new twin mattress.
I really want a picture to hang in a certain spot in my front room.
Craigslist, rescue me.
I am in danger of halting my progress on Maslow's hierarchy of needs.
Money can't buy me happiness--but it can almost buy me self-actualization.
(Only my passion for Sawyer can do that.)
|One of the few times when modest is not hottest.|