Saturday, January 29, 2005

Write this down!

During our home improvement process...my loving husband actually said those magic words..."You were right."

Holy heck...you could knock me over with a feather.

Of course, they were uttered only AFTER he broke two of three saw blades and I repeated what he was doing wrong...finally speaking at a level loud enough that I'm sure the neighbors heard.

Nonetheless...

I WAS RIGHT!!!!!!

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