158/365 Gary
Gary runs hot and cold. Today he’s as personable as a talk show host, dishing dirt and clever one-liners. Tomorrow he’ll torpedo me with a menacing stare from behind the toilet. Whatever. He’s a plumber. He showed up. He’s my savior. Glory. Glory. Amen.
posted by - Christine at 9:40 AM
3 Comments:
You're killin' me with hot and cold, you brilliant woman. And plumbers may in fact be gods...the good old-fashioned cranky kind.
maybe he just needs someone to twist his knobs the right way
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LOL, BB.
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