Thursday, January 3, 2019

Stupid Tall Tree

And by “stupid tree”, I mean “I don’t want to carry up the ladder from the garage again”.  Luckily, a folding stool atop a barstool—and no one else around to give sounder counsel—let me reach the star on top.  See, this is what happens when I have a chore and no one to supervise.  Or bring me a ladder.

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