While I was at the Jersey Shore tanning, swimming and eating my way to the next pants size up, my saint of a husband was hard at work on our house.
Let’s be clear…Mark WANTED to stay behind and work on the house, I didn’t ask/tell/make him.
The word “can’t” is NOT in this man’s vocabulary. He rented himself a lift and started putting drywall on our ceiling.
If you know anything about drywall, it’s heavy & awkward & usually a job for 2 people. Mark figured it out by himself.
Yesterday I noticed a small halo forming right above Mark’s head…and he’ll definitely get sainthood because he is performing MIRACLES on this house! 🙂
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