Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Scott's now on the roof.

He's replacing the shingles. He's done this before so like the last time I have the phone in my pocket and have 9-1 dialled into it so all I have to press is the final one when I see his body zoom past the livingroom window.

Every so often he comes inside for coffee and to drive me crazy. I'll be washing dishes and he'll pull my shirt out of my pants or I'll be feeding the baby and he'll poke me in my ticklish spot while I'm holding a loaded cereal spoon. The author of this article must have had a closed circuit camera running in my house when she wrote it.

Is it Friday yet?


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