While relaxing in my recliner this evening the horrendous sound of a drill resonated from our bedroom. Wondering what on earth the man was up to, I investigated....only to find a big hook had been put in the wall...to hang his crossbow on. It is such a nice touch beneath the pictures taken of Neal and I when he was still a toddler. Did I say anything? Surprisingly enough, I did not; but, he said, "Guess I should have asked first, but, it is my side of the bed". Is there logic in that reasoning?
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