There's a little round table at the foot of the stairs.  Every time I've gone by it today, there's been one dirty glass on it.  Every time, I pick up the glass and bring it to the kitchen.  Every time I go by again, there's another dirty glass.
It's starting to freak me out, because I'M HOME ALONE.

Oh, the lumber for the new crown moulding in the living room came, and it's not primed.
It was supposed to be primed and ready for paint.
Guess who's got to prime it now, in addition to painting it?

That's right.  Apparently, the same person who won't be getting any sleep at all between now and next Thursday night.

But by GAWD the living room's gonna be gorgeous.

 

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