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Snapshot - Cloister Me
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Ever have one of those phases where all you feel like doing is cuddling up in your hidey hole, watching movies and eating oatmeal cookies? Everytime I come home lately, I feel like Quasimodo returning to Notre Dame: "Sanctuary! Sanctuary!" 

Maybe it's the cutthroat holiday shopping.

Maybe it's the current stress level at work.

Maybe I just love my house - and more importantly - the person inside it just that much.

The question I keep asking myself though: Why, oh why, does this have to happen smack in the middle of the holiday party season? My friends are going to think I'm turning into Howard Hughes.

Well, I guess there's a bright side: Drinking my own urine is light-years away from my current reality. I'd never be able to do it without barfing.

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I am a writer and lazy artist who loves travel, architecture and design. Right now, I'm into photography. My fabulous husband (a.k.a. The Varmint) and I are also the principals of a San Diego-based creative agency - and new parents to the divine Baby Mak. Read More >