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Well, I've been staying the night at Tasha's House. Getting the place ready is turning out to be a lot of work, but it's worth it. Frost and I still need to move out stuff in before the opening day, and some of the furniture hasn't arrived yet. Most of the walls have been painted and the the wiring and other repairs are all taken care of, though. Thanks to Jack, Sidney, Red, and the crocodile man... can't quite recall his name, unfortunately... the kitchen is completely taken care of. They did a mervelous job of organizing everything, going so far as to lock up the cleaning supplies in a high cupboard to keep the children out of it.
Wow. It's hard for me to believe how much my life has changed. It's been such a short time since Mark was killed, but the contrast between my life then and my life now is so stark, it blows my mind.
Maybe I should throw a party for everyone who has helped to much getting the House off the ground... kind of like an appreciation party. It's a thought, anyway.
Wow. It's hard for me to believe how much my life has changed. It's been such a short time since Mark was killed, but the contrast between my life then and my life now is so stark, it blows my mind.
Maybe I should throw a party for everyone who has helped to much getting the House off the ground... kind of like an appreciation party. It's a thought, anyway.