It's Friday the 13th.
Bad stuff should be happening.
Meh.
The worst I've had is that I can't find the kind of vent to change out that one that can't hold his own after twenty years of being trod on......
Poor vent.
It wasn't you that had the desire to be placed in a doorway where you were the only vent between upstairs and down. It wasn't you who changed the house around to where you looked good - for a time - but slowly became nothing but a stop for dog fur that gathers there, where nothing goes right...
And it wasn't your heel that started the run for the money, making the lump that effects how you behave, whether it's effecting how "closed" the bedroom door can be or innocently biding it's time for the next time we attempt to close the door....
*sigh*
BUT
(or does that have to t's, to make it BUTT....)
The garden is between being weeded and the start of the next weeding. (Farmers would know what I'm talking about.)
The house is at a "place of rest", while it contemplates how many things we've taken to the dump, offered for free in our yard, or taken to a thrift store. No matter how many times I've been through this house, it seems to offer more to get.....except for the heirlooms that seem to flock to my door from everywhere.
Happy Friday the 13th.
Bad stuff should be happening.
Meh.
The worst I've had is that I can't find the kind of vent to change out that one that can't hold his own after twenty years of being trod on......
Poor vent.
It wasn't you that had the desire to be placed in a doorway where you were the only vent between upstairs and down. It wasn't you who changed the house around to where you looked good - for a time - but slowly became nothing but a stop for dog fur that gathers there, where nothing goes right...
And it wasn't your heel that started the run for the money, making the lump that effects how you behave, whether it's effecting how "closed" the bedroom door can be or innocently biding it's time for the next time we attempt to close the door....
*sigh*
BUT
(or does that have to t's, to make it BUTT....)
The garden is between being weeded and the start of the next weeding. (Farmers would know what I'm talking about.)
The house is at a "place of rest", while it contemplates how many things we've taken to the dump, offered for free in our yard, or taken to a thrift store. No matter how many times I've been through this house, it seems to offer more to get.....except for the heirlooms that seem to flock to my door from everywhere.
Happy Friday the 13th.
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