After the inaugural post, I have come to the conclusion that my flist is composed predominantly of weirdoes. Then again, I should probably quit looking at my flist for a bright and shining example of normalcy.
The way I feel after manual labor. I am not in love with the actual act of lifting boxes or moving furniture or any of those manly things I'm so good at, but I feel strong and self-righteous after I've managed it. If you need help moving, I'm your man.
And on that merry note, it's bedtime.
The way I feel after manual labor. I am not in love with the actual act of lifting boxes or moving furniture or any of those manly things I'm so good at, but I feel strong and self-righteous after I've managed it. If you need help moving, I'm your man.
And on that merry note, it's bedtime.
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Date: 2006-05-13 11:17 pm (UTC)...and we can't actually use a nail brush at all atm because the puppy found ours and made it into one of his favourite toys *g*
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Date: 2006-05-13 11:52 pm (UTC)Dear God, what is he doing with it? Chewing on it, batting it around? ;)
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Date: 2006-05-13 11:56 pm (UTC)Both *g* I can't see why it's fun to chew when it's all bristley, but go figure!