This back porch needs cleaning. Seriously. The dust is so thick
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I interrupted the foregoing broadcast to get up off my a$$ and actually clean the back porch. Jetted everything with the water hose. Washed all the furniture, the cushions, the throw pillows. Threw away some stuff. Moved out some stuff that belongs in the shed.
The shed is full.
Texted The Husband to stop on his way home from work and buy us a big new shed and enough metal shelving to line its walls.
I doubt he will do that. But maybe the idea has been planted.
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Today is my father's birthday. If he were alive, he would be either 104 or 107, depending on which document you believe. ;)
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