When the empty nest has emptied, places, where the dust has settled, become more apparent and desirable for one (aka, Mr.) to shake the dust and move some shit around.  Our Shed is one of the high-on-the-list-to-hit places this summer. Me:  "How's it going out there?" Mr:  "I found a box of yours, I think. … Continue reading Every girl wears saddle shoes and drives a Gremlin