Every Sunday my wife claims I walk around the house grumpy and muttering about the things that didn’t get done in time for the next week. As my vacation is ending, I wanted to try extra hard not to give this impression so I came upstairs with what I thought was a happy, good attitude. So where’s the wife? Hiding in the basement to stay away from my grumpiness.
Husband to one wonderful wife, father to five fantastic children, juggler, technophile, freelancer, DIYer, adventurer, volunteer
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