The other day, I was having lunch with Savannah after her doctor's appointment. We were talking about the move and the new house. I mentioned how I have no taste. I can't decorate. I want my new house to look nice, but I have no idea how to go about designing it. I don't know how to put colors and accents together. I don't even know how to arrange furniture in a way that makes sense. Savannah told me, "You need a gay friend, Mom."
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