stuff, and more stuff. Clippings, books, old old old receipts. Trying to do some major organization, for when I die, the boys will be impressed. That will be a joke, they'll look at it, and say, "there is no rhyme or reason for this."
Barb is trying to get some deep cleaning done up stairs before winter.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
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