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.

3 Comments:

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...

LOL, BB.

8:40 AM  

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