tying garbage cans to the axles of giant Mack trucks Conversation with Hubster: The look on his face was priceless, and I just laughed and laughed until I told him that I had �volunteered� his fix-it services to my friend and knitting/weightloss buddy S, who has just bought her first house. She needs things done like changing aerators on faucets, changing toilet flappers, hanging curtain rods, etc. He works pretty cheap, after all. I should know! In fact, when we were dating, I was in the process of redecorating my own condo � texturing and repainting all the walls, new ceiling fans, all tile downstairs, etc. I had a terrible time replacing a ceiling fan and I asked for his help. He showed up at my door one night wearing coveralls, work boots, and safety glasses, carrying a toolbox. He said, �I�m here to hang your ceiling fans, ma�am,� and he did so, and he got paid in . . . well, trade. Hee hee! I think it was about this time that I went from saying �If I ever get married. . .� to �When we get married . . .� But he�s so cute! How could I not marry the guy?? Our fifth anniversary is tomorrow, and we plan on going to a restaurant at one of the swankier restaurants in town. I plan on taking a camera. Yes, I know I owe all y�all pictures from the trip (some of which show an almost 50 lb lighter me) but I will get to them soon. How about a goofy picture to tide you over? Oh, and BTW, I was informed that the supposed �neo-nazi tattoo� from the picture on Wednesday wasn�t a nazi tattoo but had other symbolism instead. So I do apologize for that (but certainly not for the icky finger/toenails � ACK!). However, I�m not sure that there�s too much �wiggle room� for this symbolism anymore (as much as we�d like to reclaim this symbol as an ancient Indian symbol for life): Oh, oh. Oh dear. Dear dear me.
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