What can I say?
I love Doc H's humor and our banter.
What would a marriage be
without humor and banter?
Yesterday, Doc H texted me a photo of our contractor, Midas.
Apparently, everything he touches turns to gold
and then he bills us for his miracles-
each and every hour.
If you can't make out the picture,
consider yourself spared.
It's just a whole lot of coin slottage going on...
So, the man has a point.