March 11th, 2008

Macbeth the Usurper


This morning, things were still running messed up. Jenny finished dressing to find me holding Hers Truly on one hip, and both of us eating an english muffin.

Last night, Hers Truly was in a "only daddy will do" mode.

We went shopping for new doors last night. We can afford new doors, and before we sell the house, we'll really need new doors. But right now? We're going to eek by with some new hardware. We really don't NEED new doors.

I really lust for new doors. (Yeah, I'm getting old.)