Again, my husband rocks my socks!
Last night my hubby brought me home a poster of a 67 Shelby mustang for the wall over my computer. He *knows* I've wanted that car since I was 16. There's one on the showroom floor of a classic auto dealership downtown. I've made him stop by there once or twice so that I could press my nose to the window out front.
It's not the real thing, but still . . .
I love that man.
It's not the real thing, but still . . .
I love that man.