Twelve years ago, Don finally agreed to buy me a computer after my friend in Cebu harassed me, "You live in America and you don't have a computer?" she got tired of receiving letters from me through fax. After a few days of tinkering with it, Don thought I was a computer whiz because I learned how to turn it on and off.
Computers are a blessing when they're working but right now I'm squinting at this tiny netbook fondling this ticklish touchpad because my desktop won't let me in to blogspot and my laptop's wireless card stopped blinking..meaning he ain't working either. If only my old Corona has internet.
Creating Fun Spaces and Memories for Families Living in Tiny Homes
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Over time, the tiny house revolution has grown, and an increasing number of
families are choosing to find smaller dwellings to cut down on costs and
live...
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