asilbombsquad
I leaned the ladder against the back of our garage. With a huff I wiped the sweat from my brow that had been building from the afternoon sun. I looked up at the upright ladder and smiled, happy the house had finally been painted. It was the last step to remodeling this once ugly, worn down home.
writing since 2012 · 3 entries · 3 days shown up
each square is a day—lit means Lisa showed up.
1longest streak
3days written
0.2entries / week
the words Lisa reaches for
stumptreefamilyremovedladderagainstremainedlocatedbackyardbeginningduerotplaguedcompletelyhallowedcertain