My boyfriend wants a tree house for Valentine's Day. Yup, I'm dating an overgrown twelve year old. I think it was in response to my (Que. stamp my foot) asking for a unicorn, or failing that, a warship. More specifically, he wants a tree house like The Mirrorball at the Tree Hotel in Sweden. I wouldn't mind one either.
They're my kind of tree-hugging.
They're my kind of tree-hugging.
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