Yesterday, Matt picked up the keys to our new house and spent the rest of the evening in little boy glee measuring things and pulling off floorboards and in general satisfying the handyman within. For which I am very grateful. There is no handywoman within me--not even a little one. I tried to paint my bedroom once in high school and it took me 3 months, and even then the only way I finished was by bribing a group of friends with pizza.
It's gray and cold here AGAIN, and on days like this, I feel like maybe I could trade all of my friends and comfort and security for friendly strangers and blue skies...
**Sorry, MD friends! I didn't mean it.....really...want to move to Vegas with me?**
"Life is either a daring adventure or it is nothing at all."--Helen Keller The domestic and international adventures of the Swenson family.
