What is the deal with packaging? Why does it have to be so complex? It took me two knives and a pair of pliers to get my new underwear out of its packaging.
I tell myself Al follows me from room to room because he loves me and is loyal. But I know the real truth: he's just waiting for me to feed him dinner. And he fills every room he enters with the stink of his farts.
I know what you're thinking, but I help with the laundry and I don't fart that much.
The cabinet doors are all installed. They'll get one more coat of paint tomorrow, and the hardware should arrive Thursday. (Got a great price online.) I took "before" pics and will post those AND "after" pics as soon as the knobs are installed.
I'm not going to get the drawer fronts done before Friday. Oh well.
BUCKET LIST
There’s up and down and in and out.
There’s left and right and all about.
There’s red and blue and wood and stone.
There’s in a crowd and all alone.
There’s plain and fancy, bought and sold,
Short and tall and young and old.
There’s this and that and then and now,
And if I could I think somehow,
I’d find a way to try each one,
And see which prove to be most fun.
The settled life is not for me.
There’s way too much I want to see
And do and taste and touch and hear
And never be held back by fear.
I’ve lots of things inside my head
I want to try before I’m dead.
There’s up and down and in and out.
There’s left and right and all about.
There’s red and blue and wood and stone.
There’s in a crowd and all alone.
There’s plain and fancy, bought and sold,
Short and tall and young and old.
There’s this and that and then and now,
And if I could I think somehow,
I’d find a way to try each one,
And see which prove to be most fun.
The settled life is not for me.
There’s way too much I want to see
And do and taste and touch and hear
And never be held back by fear.
I’ve lots of things inside my head
I want to try before I’m dead.
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