Uncle Ned came by today. He was the contractor that Hubby worked for when he was at the haunted asylum. I asked him what happened to the place. His answer was this. The owner stiffed him for 60 grand and work was never completed. It still sits empty to this day.
Those of you who have been reading my stuff since the beginning know that since our move, we have stove-less. We have been bbq-ing like mad, and I am sick to death of weenies, burgers, and bbq chicken. All of that changed today with the arrival of our new Kenmore stove. Brand spanking new, we had to cut it out of the box. It was a gift from Uncle Ned and his wife, Mary. This is my brothers, uncle, mind you. How awesome are Ned and Mary?
No one has ever done anything like this for us before, and I don't know what to say...Thank you just doesn't seem like enough. Maybe a nice casserole, or a cheesecake?