Below is a shot of some of the furniture I'm earning by helping the Wicker Lady pack up her shop. The headboard (and frame) and there's 2 nite stands. More pictures of other stuff to come.
NASCAR NASCAR NASCAR! There's nothing better to do on a Sunday. I gather my apple juice, a blanket, and lay down on the couch. Also open my Yahoo IM chat so that Ben can mock Jeff Gordon, and I can trash Tony Stewart. Today's race is in Fontana, California, about an hour away from Hollywood.
Life couldn't be better.
Cept for the farting dog at my feet.
This is the junk room. Oh excuse me, the storage room.
And the back of the shop is also full of shit stuff. After about day 5, it all becomes shit. I know, cause I moved a floral shop, and then packed it up when we went out of business. Did I already say this?
As you can see, Jeff and I were very busy.
Must go now, 5 laps to go, Jeff is 4th.
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Ack, he's second, 2 to go.
Can't watch.
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