So, when the floor was being installed, Dad would work on it before I got up. One day, I woke up, sorta, and went into the dining room to where dad was, in the doorway between the dining room and the kitchen. I looked into the kitchen and remarked, "Where's the refrigerator". Obviously I didn't count the large obstacle that I had to walk around to even see into the kitchen. duhhhh
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
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3 comments:
hee hee.
I can't remember, what is the flooring like in your dining room?
hard wood
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