Monday, January 02, 2006
If Wishes Were Horses…
And if I were a real writer, then there’d be well written and interesting observations here about the state of the world here at the dawn of 2006. Five hundred or 1000 words about my thoughts and dreams and disappointments and aspirations.
Instead, in perfect keeping with my “Spanglemonkey Manly Diversion of a Sunday Afternoon (Striding the Estate with Rifle and Boots) Award, 2005!” (Thanks a billion, Jo!), I spent my Sunday in the ceiliing crawlspace inhaling insulation, scratching, and ultimately installing a bathroom fan.
Next week—granite countertop, new sinks and perhaps some before and after pictures. Meanwhile, to all the real writers out there, thank you for your words.
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