Oh, yes. Yes he did.
When my sweet little electric muffin said he was heading out to spruce up the garage, I was under the impression he meant tidy up and sweep.
It's great because ever since we moved in I've just been so bugged that we had absolutely no trace of ambiance in our garage. He sure took care of that. Hot spark is always looking out for my needs! : ) Now, whenever I pull in, my garage chandelier reminds me of black ties, sparkling apple cider, and garden toilets full of potted flowers. No better way to come home if you ask me.
Now I'm on the hunt for a matching porch couch, so if you get a whiff of any great deals, give me a call!
No comments:
Post a Comment