One last sit in the chair that has his imprint on it.
Almost needed a wench to bring these bags up stairs...but Stash just flexed a little and did it. Girls take note.
He can clean a bathroom, girls take note.
He packed all of his white shirts. I wonder if he thought of taking his hangers?
The snoring machine rested his weary self here. I was going to get a years supply of ear plugs for the lucky soal that has to sleep in the same room with him. The forest he cuts down is huge every night. Some times he really gets into the sawing and I can hear him from my room.
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