no matter how "Casper the ghost" I am I always wake her. Sometimes I
feel she is a cowgirl sleeping near a campfire in the old west an I am
a marauding Comanche. We had a good visit until I started about my
incompetence. That just stresses her no end and I cannot seem to stop.
I rubbed her foot and left her.
When I got home I was going to pull baseboard to prepare for low
wainscotting. Even building matr are named "wayne". But when I removed
the faceplate on the one plug on our dinig area I found a very broken,
aged, failed plug. I had not planned on replacing it so I had to stop,
kill the juice, buy another 29 amp plug. Now it is just a hour before
the @$#%¥}{{}}##** chauffering starts and consumes me until 9 pm. And
I want (ordered) to cook dinner.
Til next time "I'll be shovelling off".
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