The Love Shack is a little old place
where we can get together
Love Shack bay-bee! Love Shack baby!
Love Shack, that's where it's at!
Huggin' and a kissin', dancin' and a lovin',
wearin' next to nothing
Cause it's hot as an oven*
Fuzzy and I have lived together in three apartments and four houses (the last three of which we've owned) in our 10+ years of marriage. (I did mention wanderlust in an earlier post, I think?) While there wasn't any one that was really a love shack, I think our condo was the closest thing, in the first year we were there.
We only had one dog, then, and tons of disposable income, and we almost worked the same hours, mostly, so we fell into a pattern of seeing a play every month (or some other sort of live theatre), and we replaced all our techy toys, and while sometimes I wish we'd have stuck it out there, just a little longer, ultimately the place was too small for any company staying over three days.
But…it was a wonderfully light space and there were warm feelings there. I liked it.
*”Love Shack,” The B-52's