by Kate at Sweet/Salty
Posted on June 29, 2007
I am not good enough for him, and I don't say this fishing to be convinced otherwise. It's the plain truth.
He is a living Old Spice commercial, all impeccable goodness. He kills bugs on-demand and airplanes our son until his legs ache and smells like woodsmoke and knows how to whistle grass and stays out until he collapses building rock walls, restoring clapboard, painting, pruning the roses, refinishing the tiller of a neighbour’s sailboat. Read more...
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