Look at my birthday present! It rang the doorbell and patiently waited for me to answer it. Squeal!
If you don’t remember, I found this lil guy on the front lawn of a house. It was sad and ripped and broken, but I loved the lines. It was taken to a reupholster in town and quietly stored in their barn while I sold a couple organs on the black market to pay for it.
But little did I know that behind my back, R had contacted them to move forward with the process…as long as they had it done by today (pssst, my birthday).
I’m not big on presents, I’d rather *do* something than *receive* something, but this was just so unexpected and over the top (for me). Plus, you all know how I like my trash to treasures.
R’s a treasure, too. I’ll keep him.
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LOVE IT! Happy Birthday:) The big 2-9?! Yay – 2-9 forever!
Happy birthday! Great chair.
How sweet…. Happy Birthday!
thank you guys! Cheers!