Is hot. Preston deals with the heat by lying on his side and channeling his inner Kraft Singles.
The path of destruction continues. Despite the heat, I decide to replace the trim and resurface the walls in the hottest, most poorly ventilated, cramped room in the house.
Hot weather, plaster dust, and stinky sweat makes for quite a combination.
Fig tart. In honor of Eve- humanity's first Tart.
1 comment:
That is some fine-looking fig tart.
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