Someone was working on his home today.
Someone should have been working somewhat in his pole barn today.
That someone didn't.
He chose to stay in the house.
He used chemicals.
I am now high.
Perhaps, another day (read: decade) and another time I would have enjoyed this ride.
Not to mention that my windows are open, so I'm freezing.
Sometimes it doesn't pay to be the carpenters wife.
A carpenter who has a perfectly nice, clean, roomy, AIRY pole barn right out back.
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