I remember our old portable dishwasher. We kept our microwave oven on it, back when microwaves weighed a kazillion pounds. I developed muscles moving it around the kitchen. It was a hassle, but I was happy to have a dishwasher.
I wish I could blog more, but I just get overwhelmed with what I want to say, until it is all a confused jumble in my head and I'd rather just not bother. Things never turn out the way I want to on paper.
This happens to me all the time. Glad to see an update, though!
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Happy flat screen TV!
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Yep, change. I have a pug now!
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This happens to me all the time. Glad to see an update, though!
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