There is very little nicer than getting out of the pouring rain into a house that smells like (sniff? ahhhh) garlic toast and home-made (home-made! By someone other than me!) spaghetti and meatballs.
"Oh, and I did the laundry", said Bear, nonchalantly.
St. Bear. Kinda has a ring to it.
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Ooh you lucky, lucky girl!!
St Bear indeed!
Can I borrow him to teach Luke those little things?? You are a lucky lucky girl.
sounds like "this is not my beautiful house" BUT I'd take it!!
woo hoo!
(I love the "nonchalantly")
St. Bear is a male a"bear"-ation. i.e. he certainly isn't the norm. Lucky you.
See, you're a better person than I am - I would have immediately said "What did you do wrong?"
OMG. I would lick the walls if they smelled like garlic. I love garlic and onions. Yum!
Do you hire him out?
WOW! I hope you enjoyed dinner! What a great guy you have there!
Does he do housecalls?
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