I tire of washing dishes by hand. Funny, when you say it you sound like a 19th century matron who shakes her lace hanky at manual labor. I washed my own dishes for four years in my own apartment, then…
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Dare I Say It?
Last night the gate opened freely. No binding, no sticking. It must’ve been the humidity, but I decided to sand the hell out of it anyway to make sure we are trapped in the front yard again. I now I’m…
