I'm pretty sure this guy deserves a giant trophy for everything he has done the past few weeks. If I could count on my fingers the number of times he helps me every day (up and down the stairs, preparing meals, grocery shopping, post office visits, and so much more) I would probably look like a human centipede.*
Thank you Clint.
p.s. I've been listening to this song multiple times a day: Beach House - Zebra
*Sorry, that's disgusting. I'll forever be traumatized from my experience with a long-feathery-legged centipede in my Chicago apartment.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010