Two weeks today. My back hurts, my knees hurt, I am covered with white paint and I have only kind of finished two bedrooms. Well, OK, one bath also. And the floor of the other bath. One of the other baths. And there are a LOT of leaks. And no floor downstairs. And no heating system. And no C of O. And a lot of site work to do. And zero help. And rain predicted for the next week. And tenants arriving in two months.
Should I have a beer or just kill myself?
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This blog used to be called "Why I Can't Stop Smoking." Well, I did stop smoking. Now I need to stop drinking. The only thing is, every day there seems to be a reason why I can't just yet. It worked before, so—here goes! Today's reason
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About Me
- Claudia
- The sister of the President of the Garden Club, a former journalist (People, Life) and now vacation rental property manager on an island once known as Claudia's Island, Claudia has honed her bedmaking skills and seldom travels without a truckload of substandard chairs.
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