What A Mighty, Mighty Good Man!

(Are you singing the song??? "What a man, what a man, what a man, what a might good man")

Tony is patient. Tony is kind. Tony must be a saint. Because he puts up with me.

Numerous times a week, you can hear a conversation started by me with "I've been thinking....". What this means to Tony is that I have some new project that he's going to be helping me with. And typically he takes it all in stride and helps me turn my idea into reality.

One such item was a recycle can for the JH office. After seeing how many plastic bottles we were throwing at our meetings, I decided we need a pretty way to dispose of them (and then of course haul them off to the recycling center). So, we took a normal galvanized trash can and painted it cream, cut a hole in the top and added some prettiness to it.


Tony got to do the power tool work and I made it look all pretty. I sure am lucky to have such a patient husband.