These are just some pictures of my lazy Saturday morning. Since the people next door moved out, there is a workman there fixing up the place. He has the most beautiful singing voice and he whistles like a songbird! Kristyn HATES him with all the fires in hell. I think he’s preferable to the Mick Jagger-singin guy, the horn player or the whining dog but that’s me. Its been in the 90s here all week and I think it might have broken because it feels cool BUT I am laying under a ceiling fan so who knows?
That’s all for now fools!
