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Monday, October 8, 2012
The Measure of a Marriage
Her measuring cups and spoons. This makes perfect sense to me. I cook a lot. It's good to always have a clean, dry measuring utensil within reach.
His tape measures. Seven in this picture. I could put my hands on at least two more within seconds, and I'm sure he has at least one in his truck. These belong to a man who can routinely hang something on a wall just by eyeballing it and be within a quarter-inch of dead center. I know he's a construction worker, but I still don't get it.
I guess there are just some things I'm not meant to understand.
The Measure of a Marriage
2012-10-08T06:00:00-05:00
Annie at Haphazard Homestead
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