My blue world
December 16, 2010
Tonight I met an esthetician. That has nothing to do with my blue door, but I’ve never heard that term before so I’m dwelling on it just a bit.
Esthetician: a specialist in hair removal.
You mean like waxing? Well, yes.
I inherited my blue door five years ago. And since it’s a condo, I am largely powerless to change it, even though I am the vice president of the association. However, prior to today, I had never given it a thought. And when I wake up tomorrow, I won’t also won’t give it a thought. I’m mostly pursuing this tonight to give the iPhone app a test drive. I apologize for the low quality of the content of this entry.