Happy birthday to my fearless hero, who single-handedly, at the advice of poison control, crawled under our house last night, wearing coveralls, goggles, a spelunker's head lamp, and a painter's mask (where is your apocalyptic gas mask when you actually need it?) and collected the sixty five mothballs I had flung under there to expel a skunk, but the fumes of which were expelling us!
3 comments:
sorry about your sition, but i've enjoyed it. no more skunks
had to come back and say i think the sweater you mentioned on my blog souned important. thanks for sharing this. have a good evening
Dad's awesome. Tell him I said happy birthday!
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