I know I promised you a little this-is-my-paint-sprayer-and-how-much-I-LOVE-it post in yesterday’s painted hutch post, but alas, it is not here. You see, a post like that takes a little time to put together. But I spent said time this evening stalking out the Young House Love Book (which was released today), eating tacos in a snowstorm (because nothing says winter like tacos), and shopping for our holiday card outfits (I’m attempting to DIY them this year…for the photo I’m going red plaid and Colby is going gray sweater like..he’s so cah-razy). You know blogging…winter tacos…tacos win everytime. Thus I bring you another installment of “$#*! My Husband Says”.
A little context about this evening’s quote. Colby and I were talking the other day about our someday kids and how crazy we would go if we ended up with someday twins. This was at a bar mind you.
Beer was being drunk…beer…speweth…everywhere. I died…literally died right there at the bar as my favorite stout was showering the bar instead of being swallowed. I somewhat gracefully recovered and quickly jotted down the quote because that’s one I would never want to forget!
Pssst…What’s the funniest thing your hubby/wifey/boyfriend/girlfriend/brother’s ex-wife twice removed has said recently? Go!
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