
(Yep. That's all our trash.)
Also, I can't get used to fishing gear and paint stuff and "hauling clothes" all over the house. Living with a man might be a challenge for some but living with a lobsterman is a whole other ball game.

(Yep. That's bait on the entryway table.)
Oh and uh, we find out about big events wayyyy after they happen. I learned of Michael Jackson's death via phone and just today learned about the NFL player that was killed by his girlfriend. Then again, maybe being unimmersed with the media is more of a good thing than a gripe.
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