home improvement Ds
Never did I ever think I would be living like a REAL d. Yesterday I sat in my yellow patio furniture chair, sprinkled in sawdust, holding a cold, cheap beer, earmuffs clamped above my ears, and nag champa lingered through the house while m’lady worked the noisy mitre saw in Chacos. In mere hours we had sanded, drilled, painted, leveled, lifted, hammered, stained our way through a fraction of our “TO DO” docket.
apologies for the photo squashing. i’m not good with computers, numbers, and I’m running late for work.