My husband's family has a beautiful cabin up north. So beautiful that they considered having my sister in law and I sign a prenup (because the first place I'd want to go after a divorce would be the family cabin).
Forget the emaculate heated hardwood floors, hundreds of feet of lake shore, stone bar, boats, flat screen tvs, fire pit, sauna, private lake, etc. I didn't sign the prenup for one reason...wait for it...
Forget the emaculate heated hardwood floors, hundreds of feet of lake shore, stone bar, boats, flat screen tvs, fire pit, sauna, private lake, etc. I didn't sign the prenup for one reason...wait for it...
knick knacks.
In the event I bail, I plan to swoop in like a bird of prey and take each and every knick knack in the cabin. All 253 of them.
I don't know what I like more: the knick knacks themselves or the idea that someone may have thought..."This native american would be perfect for that spot behind the fishing cat."
In the event I bail, I plan to swoop in like a bird of prey and take each and every knick knack in the cabin. All 253 of them.
I don't know what I like more: the knick knacks themselves or the idea that someone may have thought..."This native american would be perfect for that spot behind the fishing cat."
Above: a paramedic.
Frog 1: "Ooo what a lovely book."Frog 2: "I am just so tickled!"
Hans Solo and some other guy on the shelf. Part of Han's arm is actually in the bottom of the container they are standing in.
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