You know you live in New York when….
….your bath towels always smell like what you made for dinner last night
….your bath towels always smell like what you made for dinner last night
Dear Sweet Baby Jesus,
Please preserve my stamp and let it not wear to an illegible stump as I re-stamp over and over again the same drawings… Please let the triplex that is already there be considered a triplex that is already there and not a brand new triplex even though it’s already there. Please bless the plans and watch over Theirry and someone named Nicole as they weasel their way through the Department of Buildings- and please help the department of buildings see the err of their ways and put in them the fear of eternal hellfire.
I know I don’t pray much… but please… hear this, my prayer. and forgive me for the un-christian thoughts I sometimes think about Ewan McGregor. . oh wait. . I mean…
amen.
the architect’s prayer