A condo improvement.  

you'll have to settle of a snappy of my chunk-zone..
I love Betty Page. I am Betty Page. I smell betty Page.
Your twisted,
Aunt Mark

Oh..gosh,
and I did replace all of the other windows/doors also with impact resistant. I am still deciding on re-installing a mirrored wall. I will enclose a snappy of the den (when I sober)..but my partner refuses to have his "Royal Bedroom Suite" photographed...which is just fine. I need therapy.
Aunt Mark
ps still the tired old Roche Bobois sofa.

Not a flatterig snappy..but
I replaced all of the smaller windows, also.
Aunt Mark.
ps It's still messy. I'm not.

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Got a little abstract expressionism started on the wall I see. LOL. The hunk's not quite a Rothko though 😉
Edit: I like the new doors in that 1st shot.

Is the current state of the w...
Is the current state of the wall patina?
Anyway I like it without the mirrors.

back to the installers.
One is a hunk, and one isn't. We've been best friends for over a long week.
I'm a mess,
Aunt Mark

Thank you leif.
I'll probably pretend that I live in Boca Raton,.and re-install non beveled mirrors on the wall. If I hate 'em...I'll either rip it down...or move to a new space. I am highly considering shock therapy.
Always,
Your Aunt Mark

shock therapy
Mark,
Once while visiting my doctor he said he would like to give me shock therapy. I asked, do you really feel that I need that treatment? He said no, that he and the staff just wanted to shock me.

Posh!
Nice place. Going to be beautiful.

Aunt Mark,
love your pants, love your belt, but think that the one on the right that you are referring to as hunky is just flab and man-boobs waiting to happen.
You are better than that. Just say no.

as in...
all potatoes and no meat?
Aunt Mark
ps actually, I find them both tacky. I like chubby men with an education.
pss they both called in sick today.

I'm with Riki...
...on that one, not quite sure which is whom.
Your pants are the best looking thing in your amazing aprtment right now.
you should probably send me the Planter when you move, a gift from Mr Chompers to Mr Fluffypants?

You're both too kind.
It would be politically incorrect for me to admit how I refer to these two handymen after they leave. I'm rechecking into the local lovely hotel until they are finished. They smell odd. The vodka helps. Luckily, they brought along very good weed, and I have a sweet pair of new pants/kicks to wear tonight. Praise Ray.
Aunt Mark
ps I'm diggin' the pants, too. They make me feel tawdry. Many thanks.

pss.
Grendal,
Mr. Chopper prefers Mr Pecker. The Platner Belongs to Mr. Chop.
Let me know,
Aunt Mark