You left such positive comments about my recent post regarding our second home, I felt I needed to let you in on a little secret.
You know how I told you my husband fell in love with a sandy lot?
It’s true. The lot was nothing but sand when he first saw it.
But he also saw this:
Now you see why we call it “The Happy House”!
Talk about *erecting* a house.
What other construction related double-entendres can you think of?
Wow, I’m really *opening myself up* for this one.
If it helps, imagine you are building a home in Florida.
Speaking of which, I wonder if it is *warm and wet down there*.
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NOTE: This was my 469th post. You can’t make this stuff up.
They really stuck it in there good.
And you really have some big wood there on your grassy area.
They did. It was in there nice and tight.
Make sure your plumber has plenty of nipples.
I met Miquel. He asked me if I needed my drain snaked.
Now Renee – you wont get any naughty puns from me. You and I both know happiness in a home does not come from a lot or a sign. It comes from a husband and wife working together in a true partnership, always giving the other their very best.
And always giving each other their best. Yes, please.
I can only imagine your yard will be kept meticulously manicured and looking gorgeous. Trimmed, *very* nicely.
If you need a landscaper, I know a guy …
I take care of all the landscaping myself. But I have a great guy who does a lot of other things to help me out. He’s really good. #IYKWIM
Awesome. Don’t forget your blog friends when you guys start throwing block parties and such!
You must be thinking of our neighbors. We don’t throw blocks.
Once, when I was dumb and young, I asked why you couldn’t do a 96 instead of a 69. Then, a girl drew me the picture of a 9 and a 6, and a 6 and a 9, and the lightbulb went off.
Speaking of lightbulbs, I think I need a lesson on how to screw a little better. Do you twist to the left? Or the right?
you have to go a little to the left, then a little to the right, you know, in a circular motion, but right when you begin to feel the heat, you pull back again, and start over, only this time, you go a little farther, a little harder, until …
Is that how you do it? I think most guys just kind of ram it in. IYKWIM.
*sigh* yes, I know what you mean. Yes, that’s how I do it … maybe I should write a pamphlet for the rest of the fellas. It’s how you make the bulb shine way, WAY brighter.
I can’t get the word bush out of my head now. Oh my gosh Renee, see what you do to me? It’s not right.
Left! Left – I said a little to the left!
You should see how lush my bush is now!
LMAO! You’re gonna beat me at this every time! I’m a naughty talk lightweight
Honey, I could go all night.
that tree sure has a stiff trunk….
It is definitely firm. I can’t wait to watch it grow.
Renee, You are so naughty—I think it would be fun to drink a bottle of wine with you (no driving, of course). My mind’s a blank right now. Have fun with this!
Erm: I always say, I’m like Canada Dry Ginger Ale: not too sweet. I can be a little naughty, too. Especially when it involves wordplay.
Oh! Oh! Oh!
(that’s all I’ve got…)
I know we are REALLY excited, too. #IYKWIM.
Renee you are so naughty.
I have no idea what you are talking about. Isn’t that a yin-yang symbol?
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Hee! Oh Renee, I needed this laugh!
Oh baby, I know what you need.
Snort! You could’ve totally linked this up with us. If you weren’t too busy laying each other. Er…the foundation.
Greta! Can you even believe I missed hooking up with you. I must have been playing with a long pipe. Or something.
This thread is doing funny things to my belly….it feels a little like laughter, but different….weird….
Um, Liz. That isn’t your belly.
And you said my posts were naughty?!?!
I can’t believe you just double interrobanged me.
I was going to say it’s too hard for me to comment on this post without saying something extremely dirty, but then I realized it was already too late.
Oy! I’m blushing!!!