From the kitchen at 4:30A- “Are you getting up?”
From the bedroom- “Yup, I love you!”
From the kitchen- “Sure you do, get up then.”
From the shop at 6:30A- “You aren’t going to try to move that chair downstairs are you?”
From the office- “No, there’s no place to put it downstairs. I’m going to wait until Jim comes and offload it on him.”
From the shop- “Just make sure you don’t move it by yourself.”
From the office- “I won’t move it. I love you.”
I’m lucky and I know it.
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Indeed you are, friend elroy. Sorry I’ve been absent — I’m goin g to get back to my reader everyday, I hope! 😎
I know where you’re coming from, Judith! I have a backlog a mile long that I can’t seem to get to. I’m still working but taking a short “union” break to see what’s happening in the virtual ‘hood.
Yeah, but did you move it?
hahahahaha! I hate to disappoint you, Your Czarness, but, in this instance, I behaved myself and did not move it.
Soft, dark winter will allow us time to catch up, I think. 😎