Thursday, August 9, 2012

9 August 2012

Last night, we were fiddling around in the yard when Nut Brown asked me to play with him.  I told him that right now we were working and that we weren't playing but I'd be glad if he'd come and help us.  He'd just hit himself in the face with a hammer (a glancing blow) while trying to help, which probably explains his response:

If work is the only option (sob gulp) then I guess I'm on my own...

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