Trying to be butch

Yesterday was butch night.

I put together a new bookshelf for the books that’s been piling up on top of the other books in the bookshelves we already have.
W took a feminine nap, for a while….
M&M watched from the safety of the next room over, for a while…

The shelf was almost done.
I took a step back.
A step that got rudely interrupted by the toolbox I’d completely forgotten about.

W woke up.
M&M fled.
I’m saying “ouch” every time I forget that the ligaments around my left knee are not happy with me.

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