I don't mind the jack hammer, or pneumatic nail guns, or saws... I don't mind them one bit...
so long as momma is holding me, that is.
Are they evah going to get done and gone????
Momma keeps saying that it will be worth it. I sure hope so. You should see the dust around here.
And the only place to nap quietly is daddy's closet.
Meanwhile, making lemonade out of lemons. Momma... HOLD ME.
Don't I look distressed?
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