I'm totally in trouble. I didn't post yesterday. I was busy, okay? We melted a spatula and I had things to do. Okay?
Really, I had Battlestar Galactica to watch.
This week's question comes down to one detail for me. If my husband could come with me to live in the middle of no-where, well, that's actually what we want. It doesn't even have to be a mansion. But if he can't come, I'm all about tiny apt with 10 friends, as long as he's one of them.