Gazebo

Well, I have some interesting but really fun news!

The last week we were at the BX (The on-base department store), and we passed a prize give-away box thingy. Mike decided to put his name in for kicks and giggles, and then we went on our merry way to buy spray paint and shower gel (It's fun to make explosives with common household items!) (Am SO kidding.) Anyway, the next day, I received a call from the manager of the BX, "Um hi, Mrs. Watrous? I'm calling to inform you that your husband has won a gazebo." Me: "You're joking right?" Manager: "No, he actually won it. You're gonna want to bring a large van or truck to pick it up." Me: *colorful expletive*. Mike's reaction was about the same.

It took a lot of effort to get home. We borrowed our neighbor's van in which it BARELY fit. It took about five janitors to help us, but they were all laughing really hard, so it took quite some time. When we got home, we managed to drag it into the backyard, where we spent four hours struggling to read directions written in Pig Latin. And now may I present, Mike's Gazebo.

Comments

[Laura]

That is COOL! I wanna win one of those!!

[Christine (aka Big SIS)]

Me too, Meeeee tooooooooooo.... whines like a baby :)