When asked a few weeks ago, Biscuit requested a refrigerator for her fourth birthday. She's right, her play kitchen doesn't have a fridge.
Mr. H is remedying that situation.
In other news, my favorite chicken, who just happened to be a rooster, now lives with Vladimir and his family. Three hours on craigslist and he had a new home. Biscuit is upset but not as upset as she was about the idea of us eating him. Bye, Apollo!
When I married my husband, I thought that it was a good idea, as we got on well. Now I realise that I should have held out for someone with woodwork skills...
Posted by: UK lass in US | October 02, 2009 at 09:34 AM
My dad would have made me a Fridge too if i asked for one! LOL so cute!
Posted by: Noelle | October 07, 2009 at 03:42 PM