My Gift For My Bride
Despite the false and scurrilous rumors that some people to spread, I am quite the romantic.
To prove it, I had a lovely present sitting in the garage waiting for my beloved bride when she came back from an errand today, with a nice little red bow on top…
An electric power washer!
It just broke my heart to see her scraping the deck last year…
Will you blog again once the stitches come out?
I hope it was this stylish model with the vaguely “racing” yellow and black color scheme.
But, then again, I hope she hurts you anyway.
Maybe Mr. Bingley needs a good spring cleaning….
Actually, the picture is the model I bought her. I think she’ll look quite stylish cleaning the concrete and stripping the stain before she re-applies it.
Give her a rolling pin next year. I dare ya.
He does need to replace the one she had…
Rolling pins don’t get a lot of use at our house; Rolling Rocks, on the other hand…
Nothing like my Rumanian friend, Mircea, who bought his (errrrr) ex-wife a used Thigh-Master he found at Salvation Army for her birthday, once.
Maybe he already knew the marriage was on its last legs, Dan.
What, he was muscling her out of the marriage?
We can work it out…
Honey, you’d better have buns of steel, cuz I’m gonna kick your ass!
An electric power washer!
Wouldn’t a SuperSoaker have been cheaper?
It would have, but I got the Little Lady what she wanted.
That’s the kind of guy I am.