Being as I don't have a job, and dad pays $5 a basket for me to fold his t shirts (not bad money when you can get it), that was on the agenda for today. So as I'm sitting in the basement staring at the wall and folding (man needs to learn to empty his pockets) he comes down and starts talking about the improvements that are going to be going on and how it's going to be woodstove season soon (very soon). I nod and keep folding, and as he heads up the stairs he goes "yup, this weekend, gonna clean out the woodstove and" *starts humming the theme from Bonanza.*
Wait, Bonanza? We're going to be watching Bonanza? Oh dear god. I'm moving in with Boyfriend this winter.
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