Thursday, August 2, 2012

Workbench

This is my dad's workbench. To the untrained eye it might look like a mess, but to the trained eye it has just been cleaned. I know this because that little note on the cupboard door (in my kindergartner handwriting) wasn't there before. He must have just found it and taped it there. Then I found it and my heart melted.


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