Sometimes The Swede likes to pretend to be a big meanie, shooting nasty looks as I photograph and blog about him while he works like a dog sanding the wall. I'm pretty sure he learned the act from Arga Snickaren. Thankfully, though, during all of these home improvements he's kept his cool like a champ. I do believe the only time I've seen a chink in his composure was last weekend, after I accidentally stuck my hand into this very wall for the third time in five minutes when the plaster was still wet, he said, "Okay, for real, baby, I love you, but I might start getting annoyed soon."
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