March 7, 2010
March 6
Sometimes I wonder what I am going to take a picture of on a certain day. And then Dad goes through the ceiling. I was just seconds too late to catch his foot going through. According to him, he meant to do it. Which I guess is possible. No one is freaking out like someone in a normal house would because ours is under construction.
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hahahaha I wish I was there.
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