Two. That's all it took him to put a new roof on the boat.
(Well, with a little help from Lewis and a lot of help from Doug. Thanks, guys.)
There. Now I feel all warm and fuzzy.
I can sleep well tonight, knowing that if I have an insane craving for something, the boat is operational and we could actually go off to get it.
I really just like it because it's clean.
Mind you, The Big Guy would never consider such a demand request.
Not even during the day, when obtaining the object of my craving might actually be possible.
The streets roll up early in this part of the world.
I keep forgetting I'm not in Boston anymore.
It may not be my happy place, but it truly is his.
Mine involves yarn, needles, and a really bright light.
