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Hail to thee, oh snowblower And the man who clears our walk. He ask for naught in recompense He pauses just to talk About weather and town politics, Family and friends. As we gaze up to the darkened skies And a winter without end. Seriously, though. I’d still be out there shoveling if it […] This post uses quite a bit of “adult” language. Feel free to close it down now if you are morally opposed to F-Bombs. Or, possibly, if you’re my mother. I think I’ve mentioned a few times here what a racket flood insurance is. A couple feet of our house touches a 100 year […] For those of you who were staying up late at night crying, worrying, gnashing your teeth wondering what the third floor of our house looks like… this is for you. For everyone else? Look! Something shiny!
Someday, this is going to be the world’s most awesomest sewing room. The exact antithesis […] We’re in the process of getting our garden ready for the spring. The daffodils are poking out, our rhododendron survived the winter and I just started my seeds indoors for flowers. Oh, and Kristian did all of the weeding and the mulching. In other words, life is good. Until I forget to water. Then, […] A lot of people hang lights for Christmas. Kristian and I? Hang drywall. Isn’t it festive? Nothing quite screams out “Merry Fucking Christmas!!!” than giving your sister a room to sleep in that has walls, it has a door and it has a ceiling that’s not slowly disintegrating. A room with insulation. And […] |
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