Boyfriend-Who-is-My-Husband is home, and our house is a different world. Giant, Bean, Short Son, Smalls and I did just fine while BWIMH trudged uphill with a wheelbarrow full of cement blocks, dug trenches, mixed and poured concrete, and his fingers stumbled through misspelled conversations with deaf children. I thought my week was hard. But no. […]
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