What Made the Happy House Happy?

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:

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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.

 

39 responses to “What Made the Happy House Happy?

  1. They really stuck it in there good. 😉

  2. Make sure your plumber has plenty of nipples.

  3. 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. 😉

  4. 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 …

  5. that tree sure has a stiff trunk….

  6. 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!

  7. Oh! Oh! Oh!
    (that’s all I’ve got…)

  8. Renee you are so naughty.🙂

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  10. Hee! Oh Renee, I needed this laugh!🙂

  11. Snort! You could’ve totally linked this up with us. If you weren’t too busy laying each other. Er…the foundation.

  12. This thread is doing funny things to my belly….it feels a little like laughter, but different….weird….

  13. And you said my posts were naughty?!?!🙂

  14. 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.

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