My long-suffering husband (“poor Andrew” as people more brave than clever have been known to call him in my presence) did not even bat an eyelid when I not only came home with a new wreath, but also asked him to affix it to the door.
Oh, and also to hang my new “Merry Christmas” sign.
He didn’t even ask where the old wreath went.
It was a Christmas miracle.
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It sounds like rather than “poor Andrew” and ought to be called “wise Andrew.” 😉
HAHA. He agrees with you Gretchen!
Love it. Maybe your husband is one of the three wise men?!
Yes! At least he seems to think so. Hee hee. Told him about your comment last night and he loved it.
Love them both – they look awesome with the door colour behind xx
Thanks Bin. xx
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