It was a quiet Saturday morning in St. Petersburg, Florida. The sun failed to show up and a slight haze was hanging over the Waring house. Suddenly, there came a rumble from the very underbelly of the earth. From a distance you could hear the beating of a chest, one could sense the rising of testosterone levels, and a slight chill ran through the Lady of the house. Then came the roar of a saw - Mom grabbed her young ones (one human and one dog) and ran from the house for fear of what was to come. BAM!!! It was over. Mom and child looked up from a huddled position to see a cloud of dust rising from the ground. Dad was standing over top of his tumbled concrete, proud, with his head held a bit higher and his chest protruding a bit further. SUCCESS! DEFEAT! DESTRUCTION! After 8 years of looking at ugly arches in front of the house it took one morning to acquire a pile of rubble.
I am not sure who the man living in this house is anymore. He fixes things, builds shelves, knocks things down. I'm not sure who he is but I sure am glad he lives here!!
I truly think the Devil must be wearing a winter coat today.Happy day!
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