Thursday, December 4, 2008

Don't Scratch the Floors

Couldn't they have built it on the tile floor downstairs?
Or in the garage?
Or at least put something down to protect the hardwood?
Max worked in the hallway.
Drew worked in my bedroom.
And the floors?
Are scratched. Gouged. Marked.
Three things I'm thankful for:
1. Gerber Daisies. I have a pink one on my kitchen table. Is there anything more cheerful? I think not.
2. Bananas.
3. A house that smells like bleach.

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