Because everyone needs a little Snead.
I am happy to report that renovations have not consumed my budget or my marriage. The latter I was very worried about when I walked into our local gun supermart looking for something ladylike yet deadly.
But I digress… behold the updated list of doom.
<—–Behold the new gutters. Well, part of them. They match where ever they are. They also work. It rained last night and we sat on our front porch, drank adult beverages and watched/heard the rain fall down the gutters and pool at the sides of the house. Next, french drains.. whatever that means. It’s a hubby term.
Yea, about that.
I felt like I have something to say, a point of view that is uniquely my own. I just read this sentence and I am watching way too much Project Runway. Anyway, you'll find tidbits about my life here, including my son's autism. But it's not the only thing going on with me.
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