A Desk, Dignity, and Dark Chocolate

Just a Desk He looked like a deer in the headlights. A drill in one hand, a level in the other. I couldn’t blame him. I’d probably respond the same way if he’d gone from laughter to legit tears in 2.5 seconds. Like I’d just done. We’d spent the last few hours putting together aContinue reading “A Desk, Dignity, and Dark Chocolate”