Laying down your life


Laying down for love

The room had pink carpet. Not just any kind of pink either, but in-your-face, highlighter, abrasive, pink carpet. Not that you really ever saw it - the room was filled with rubbermaid bins, mostly filled with fabric and stamps, stacked 3 or 4 high - but it had been my wife’s childhood bedroom for a time, and her father had made the egregious mistake of telling her that she could pick out WHICHEVER carpet she wanted. He was a man…