Saturday, July 11, 2009
Woe is Me
That is how I felt this morning. Tears were shed, frustration set in and I broke down. I am frustrated with our house. I really don't want to be here any more but if we are to be here I want it better. Paul didn't know how to react, so he hung the light fixtures that we had bought FIVE MONTHS AGO.
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We call these "boob" lights
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