I meant to tell you the story of the fence today, I really did. But it’s not over yet, so it’ll have to wait.
In the meantime, just to give you an idea:
Number of days the fence was supposed to take: 1, or possibly 1.5
Number of days they’ve been working on the fence SO FAR: 4 (and counting!)
As I often say to my long-suffering husband: If I wrote it out and called it fiction, I would be accused of being ridiculous and unbelievable. But, you know, it actually happens this way. TO ME. Of course.
So while we wait for the fence saga to reach its conclusion (what will it be? A completed fence or a nervous breakdown? I CAN HARDLY WAIT!), instead let’s talk about the end of innocence, via “dirty” books. Today at Off Our Chests I’m talking about the book that signaled the end of my childhood, and I bet you have a similar story to share, too. C’mon over.