The charming T, who seems to be a glutton for Sassafras-style nonsense, was a home improvement machine last weekend. She installed a new front porch light fixture.
The old one was well beyond repair, not to mention modern electrical safety standards.
The new fixture features clean glass, less bugs, and both light sockets work! Fancy. Also: not a fire hazard. Ahem.
She replaced some window screens torn by certain feline attackers.
Let the record reflect that I wasn't completely useless. Home improvement efforts always earns a Sunday supper.
And a tasty one, at that. We plan to take it easy this weekend. T has earned a rest.
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It seems like y'all lesbian couples act just like we hetero married folks. Hmmmmm. While Colby painted the bathroom, I baked brownies, tended to the children, swept, etc. I must send a memo to gay-hating Nebraskans titled, Gay People: They Do the Same Shit We Heteros Do.
And I have to add that this blog post would make the start of a great joke: how many lesbians does it take to change a light bulb? Feel free to add a punchline when one comes to mind.
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