Saturday, June 21, 2014

It's ALL For You, Honey

Yesterday, when I pulled into the garage, I noticed a cement slab that had been freshly poured.

If I were a suspicious person, I would have been very nervous. Come to think of it ... Debbie's been acting strange ever since she made me rent Silence of the Lambs. She's also asked me a lot of questions about our insurance coverage.

I have to admit that I didn't feel much better when I asked her about it.

"What cement slab?' She asked.

"The one in the garage."

She thought about it. "Where in the garage?"

That Debbie. She's pretty funny. Turns out, the slab is a footer for (what else?) more renovations. This time it was to increase closet space. "Honey, I know that you have no space in your closet, so we are breaking through the wall to the garage and expanding your closet."

I was shocked. "That is so nice of you ..."

"I know." She said. "And after it's finished, we will switch closets and you'll have mine."


"It's still bigger than what you had!"

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