Oh Yes He Did

So Brad called me at 7 the other morning, just a few seconds after he left for work.

Seems that my thrifty and shameless ways have rubbed off on him.

Waiting for the garbage truck, on the curb in our neighborhood, sat a rejected armoire that had been beaten silly and scratched with what I can only imagine were actual lightsabers.

But my sweet husband loaded that treasure up and brought her safely into the fold that is my garage.

You'll just have to wait and see the transformation she undergoes when I have my way with the paint and sander.

"For I know the plans I have for you," says the Trash Master, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future."