This is me on my first day of unemployment. I'm relaxing, Horrell-style. We don't go to the beach or hit the movies. Nope, we find peace and contentment in scraping paint. Honesty compels me to admit that I did more relaxing than my father. While I had spent the last three days in an air-conditioned office, doing the last minute things one does when leaving a job, he spent his days on the roof at my grandparents' house, putting up new gutters. Oh, and he fixed two lawnmowers, a snow blower, and the drain on the kitchen sink. I just scraped a little paint in between sorting through my belongings. Here's Dad up on the ladder.
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