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J. has been up and downstairs all morning, wrestling with the leak in the kitchen sink. He just got back from a trip to the hardware store for some blasted sommoflange:

J. : I'm gonna go downstairs and screw.
Me : You do that. Tell her I said hi.
J. : You know what I mean!

I love me that man. Mmm mm, I love me that man so good. :) He's grooveh!

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Yeah, but he still has those crappy plastic chairs that everyone in the world has.

I hate those chairs. We ran over one of ours a year ago. Bits of it mixed in with the driveway gravel. Lovely. I keep meaning to drag the other ones down on garbage day.

Good patio furniture is hard to find. Most of it is just so goombah looking. I want filigree cast iron ones, so when you sit on them and get up, your ass looks like a doily.