Although I do most of the cooking, from time to time he makes dinner for me.
Every morning, while I make coffee and get our juice, he drives to the top of the road and gets the Newspaper, which we read in bed before starting the day. (No picture)
Every evening, round about 8:30 PM he makes tea for both of us, and brings my cup to me as I sit in my recliner reading blogs. (Also no picture.)
Over the years he has replaced some of the dark rough wood baseboards around the house with new stained oak. New woodwork will really make the entry hall more appealing.
I didn't agree to the removal at first because I was concerned about how long it would take to get the new up, but I think we have agreed it would be done as soon as possible after I finish the painting.
He is always happy to tear out things, but I am firm on limiting this to just the front hall for now.
I have finished doing the first primer coat and next weekend he is going to apply the texture material.
Yes, I think I'll keep him.
Instead of getting a fancy "store-bought" cake I made him one of his childhood favorites.
In Wisconsin it is called a Schaum Torte. In New Zealand and Australia call it a Pavlova.
A sweet meringue, covered in strawberries and piled high with fresh Whipped Cream.
Being a thrifty person, I saved the six from my cake and bought another.
Happy Birthday Craig.