When I was a toddler, I was notorious for making messes. I was the baby whose highchair sat on a plastic drop cloth. On spaghetti night (my favorite!) I ate dinner in little more than a diaper,
So, as you all know, we have been undertaking massive renovations on not one, but three houses. Right now, the most important to me is the main house at the farm. It isn't terribly functional
The end is drawing nigh. And by the end I think I mean the beginning, or possibly the middle. (Is it apparent yet that I almost never have any real idea what I'm talking about?) For the past
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