Shack o' Doom, afternoon, 6/29/07

[justalittleluck]

Dom was in the back yard, with a shovel, muttering under her breath. It had been raining, but she hadn't really noticed.

"Stupid fucking swamp. How am I supposed to dig a proper hole when it fills with water?"

She continued digging, and continued muttering.

((Open... so long as you don't mind a little mud.))