Where we shall be putting boxes now, thanks to T's hard work. June 17, 2014
As a tween, I developed a serious obsession for the writing of V.C. Andrews--of incesty, dark "Flowers in the Attic" fame. Now that T's been fortifying our attic space for storage--installing a door/ladder, hefting up huge pieces of pressboard--I have a silly impulse to check the kitchen for arsenic. Ha!
In case that makes no sense to you whatever, let's just move on and say: YAY Mr. T (!) for the heavy lifting and house renovations.
