I can die happy
Apr
25
I. am. so. sick. I'm going to bed. But first needed to put this out there in the universe: We have finally come to terms with the jackass seller of the Charmer. The new roof will be ours. We close June 1st. And I had about 3 oz. of Chimay to celebrate. Now I'm completely done. Must sleep...
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1 comments:
I will toast to you and the family on June 1st!
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