Tonight seemed like a great night for the poor soul that lives here with me. When he got home he quickly relaxed by taking the "wet girl" (boat) on the water and I watched him chill out. When he was on the water he was looking so relaxed. Then when he returned there was a lot of cussing at a trim motor. Then the neighbor came over and the tools came out. In short, some elbow grease and WD40 fixed the problem. Needless to say no one was working on improving ME.
Now this is relaxing. A fishing pole in the foreground and the sun setting on the horizon. Though I am only a house and can't hold a fishing pole, the scene is still good enough to be a dream.
This is scene that I (the house) got left for right after he got home from work. What happened to "our time"?
Now this is relaxing. A fishing pole in the foreground and the sun setting on the horizon. Though I am only a house and can't hold a fishing pole, the scene is still good enough to be a dream.
This is scene that I (the house) got left for right after he got home from work. What happened to "our time"?
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