I took a bucket of cement patch powder downstairs, mixed it up, prepared the hole in the wall so I could fill it. I wiped my cheek, got cement on myself. I trudged back up the steps, washed my hands, cleaned up the bucket. Austin wandered into the kitchen.
Me: I'm done fixing the hole in the basement.
Austin: I know. Turnip (our cat) had her foot stuck in it. Like a little kitty mafia, cement shoes, drop her into the river.
Austin: I know. Turnip (our cat) had her foot stuck in it. Like a little kitty mafia, cement shoes, drop her into the river.
Me: That's the Christmas spirit.
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