Monday, June 30, 2003

MY HOUSE. Jesus. I did a number on my house. For about a million months, my house has been in disarray for various reasons. Since Federica was coming, I decided to get it on the road to recovery. While its got a ways to go, it looks so MIRACULOUSLY better, even I’m shocked. Wish I’d taken some before/after shots. Thanks to David for working outside on the yard for while I was working inside. We worked right until Federica’s flight came in, and I was pretty damn proud. Sorta reminded me of that scene in DC Cab/Revenge of the Nerds/any other movie where the guys are “working together to fix up an old run down ______ and make it shine, all to the tune of a catchy work song”. Cept Mr. T wasn’t there. Oh well.

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