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Day 86 It’s the cans, he hates the cans.

It rained most the day and the temperature dropped. The rain is turning to sleet with a chance of snow and a frost warning. Work was ok not great but a decent day.
I get home, open the door, turn around to lock the door. The motion sensor has not turned on the lights yet. So I do what everyone with motion activated lights does. I wave my arms. My hand hits something and the basket of
spray paint cans tumbles to the floor. I clean that up and head upstairs.
I notice there are no cans in the fridge. I pick up the fridge pack and start to place it on a shelf. The box rips and hits the floor. Cans roll everywhere and this one spews caffeinated goodness all over the floor.

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