worked on my car for hours. we're talking new ball joints, lower control arms, struts, cv axels, catalytic converter and last but not least...vacuum hoses. all blah, blah, blah to me but i am eternally grateful for a husband who can work on a car like a mad man. a lost art.
meanwhile...
when the temperature dropped in the evening...
we did a little painting outside...
in our underwear of course...
well, i was fully clothed.
good times. good weekend.
Here's a story for you...
when we sold our california home, it was a giant task to pack up. i left the garage for david. in the garage was his project car. a bright yellow racer. it did not run. two weeks before we were suppose to be out of the house, in the midst of packing and caring for an 8 month old baby, david somehow managed to completely remove the engine, purchase a new engine, install the engine and get that racer running. he worked into the night. i brought him food and we ate outside to the glow of the garage light. after all these years, he still amazes me with his ability to turn a wrench.
the kids and i stayed inside and built a massive tent...
good times. good weekend.
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