When my brother visited me recently, we went “antique-ing.” I know nothing about antiques, but I bought one piece anyway: a small plate, of the Red Willow design.
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When my brother visited me recently, we went “antique-ing.” I know nothing about antiques, but I bought one piece anyway: a small plate, of the Red Willow design.
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Yesterday I came home to find a new drill still in its box on the kitchen counter.
“Was that on the list?” I asked.
“Yes,” hubby replied, “it was on the list, from a long time ago. I just found it. Now we can hang more of your watercolors.”
“What’s wrong with the drill we had?”
“It has a cord,” he said.
“Yes,” I explain, “that’s how the electricity gets to it, to make that little thing on the end turn and turn.”
“Ah,” he continued, excited, “this one is cordless.”
I wondered if he thought that I was going to hang a watercolor in a place where the electric drill couldn’t reach. Maybe out in the pasture? I kept that thought to myself.
“Okay, sweetie,” I said, “I’ll sign up for more watercolor classes, just for you.”
The things I do to keep hubby happy.
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