Obviously, I’m not talking about Virginia Slims here. I am talking about the fact that every inch of siding is nailed to this house, the doors are installed, and we are picking the paint color for the outside this afternoon—some cozy and creamy shade of white.

Can you believe it? I cannot believe it. Those doors + the exposed brick + the columns. Mercy. Feels like a home.

And, about Virginia Slims—cigarettes kill. I just thought I’d remind y’all. And they make you taste like an ashtray and smell like you’re on fire which is absolutely no fun for people who kiss you or stand next to you. I leave you with that public service announcement.