Simon, Simon, Simon…. God how I love him, but sometimes I want to scream! Yesterday he fell down the stairs at work. He did this act of grace at 11:00 am, but waited until I got home from work at 5:40 to go to the urgent care for what he thought was a broken ankle. No worries he only sprained his ankle, but refused any drugs or even an ACE bandage.
I’m sure now that I will never get my washer and dryer moved to the garage and my new pantry for at least another few months.
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