It's not often that I get jealous, but when I saw this rustic chainsaw wooden sculpture of a certain first lady, honoring her Slovenian roots, I thought, hey, I want a rustic chainsaw wooden sculpture honoring my Westwoodian roots.
So this morning, I dropped a few hints. "Wanna know what I want for our anniversary?" "What?" "A rustic chainsaw wooden sculpture honoring moi." "I'll get right on it, after I wash the car." Well, would you look at longtime hubby go? Already I see a resemblance. The kvetchiness, the angst, the petite stature, it's all there. So far, the neighbors don't seem to mind that he chopped down their tree. It was dying anyway. I think he did them a big favor, don't you?
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