Some days are good days.
Steve just left to go be a savage in the woods.
OK, so apple picking isn’t so bad. Turns out it’s a nice way to spend the day, getting some fresh air and some exercise. I take back my previous griping.
I have a terrible habit. I take pictures of myself. A lot of pictures of myself. On our computer there is a file folder deemed “self portraits” and it is brimming with photos of me, taken by me.
“Amanda, I hate picking apples just as much as you do!” Steven bellowed, as he and his wife negotiated what her hours of labour in the orchard were to total this weekend.
No matter how quiet a morning at work may be, the one time I go to use the washroom, the phone rings. There I am, trying to have a peaceful moment on the john, and I hear the telephone going berserk down the hallway.