What Will Be, Will Be
We didn’t get as much done over the weekend as we had hoped. We have some of the lights up but there are multiple strands still laying in the yard. We have to go through a few and find whichever bulbs are causing the outages. I guess the title from my last post was foretelling. Christmas lights frustrate me, as does pie crust, wrapping oddly shaped presents, and doors that do not clearly mark if they swing from the left or from the right. On the mouse front… We plugged every hole we could find that may be allowing the mice access to the kitchen. Now they’re coming from the…
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Title From: Fire Red Horse by The Lone Bellow
