I didn't have an indoor toilet until I went to live with my dad and stepmom at the age of ten. So watching John work on the initial plumbing for my new bathroom takes on special significance.
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1 comment:
Wow! This is special! We had an outhouse in Mexico. Looking back I think of it as "the good old days". But then we're not 10 anymore so I'm happy for you..
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