several months ago, i rescued a rolltop desk from the street in front of our house. a desk like that just seems so jane austen-ish and i've always wanted one.

i have since re-arranged the apartment several times in an attempt to convince myself that i can keep it and that it fits in our space.

i have stopped lying to myself. it's just not going to work.

so, i put it up on craigslist: free for anyone who wants to come pick it up.

when i told mike i was getting rid of it, he wanted to know how much i was asking for it.

"it's free," i said. "we got it for free, so i feel bad charging."

"that's so.... unamerican." he replied.

"i'm half guatemalan," i told him. "didn't i tell you that?"