Early morning, our house. Birds singing: check. Crickets chirping: check. Ducks quacking from the lake: check. Doom rising: check. ROOFERS ARE COMING TODAY.
I can already hear the pounding. It’s supposed to take three hellish days. Don’t worry about me. I’M JUST TRYING TO FINISH A PROPOSAL THIS WEEK.
And I don’t entirely understand this but the last thing my husband said to me before he left for work was, “Put some pants on.”
Why does he always think I need to be TOLD this specifically??? :wigglebrow:
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