Wednesday, June 21, 2006

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.


Blogger Indigo Bunting said...

You're killin' me with hot and cold, you brilliant woman. And plumbers may in fact be gods...the good old-fashioned cranky kind.

10:44 AM  
Blogger ntexas99 said...

maybe he just needs someone to twist his knobs the right way

**blink** **blink**

12:45 AM  
Blogger Indigo Bunting said...


8:40 AM  

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