and I am sure you know who you are…it would have been nice for ME to know who you are, but in the vast scheme of things I suppose it really doesn’t matter.
Thank you for your kindness…
Thank you for putting me first….
Thank you for being unselfish….
Thank you for the assistance in getting George shoved into his shed.
Without you, he’d still be in the front room of my house with all those thousands of boxes of models, the millions of tiny bottles of paint…his bazillion decals and decal making sheets of plastic….his workbench and several bookshelves for the next twenty years.
You are appreciated far more than I can express!
The electrician is coming out next week to connect the shed’s electric box to the house’s electric box….and I will finally (FINALLY!!!!!) be able to have the front room be a crafts/guest room that looks like it belongs in a house instead of Santa’s workshop for boys!