Happy story. We got a new dishwasher.
Sad story. It cost us money.
Happy story. It came with a box.
And that said box has provided two little Bacon boys with a day [and a
night] of fun. For several hours it was a house before it morphed
into a spaceship and is now a bed [?!? . . . reminiscent of the 6 or
so months Sam insisted on sleeping in a cardboard box].
Warner got his bike out today and was riding it around the cul-de-sac.
Around patches of snow and ice, mind you, but still riding. We are
all itching for Spring. I think if sleeping in a cardboard box would
melt all the snow, I'd schedule my overnight trip to the moon
tomorrow.
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