Stupid Builder

I arrive home last evening to the wonderful arms of hubby.
I grab the camera and head down stairs to see my wonderful studio.
Hubby mentioned during the day about the turmoil the builder was making.
Complaining about the sink not being in the right place – um…  he drew it out.
Surprise about other things he was fully informed about, blah blah blah.

Hubby shows me my clay trap

One thought on “Stupid Builder

  1. Hmmm…
    How can I say this nicely… remember – mom always said, if you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all..
    He’s a MORON!
    Yup – that’s nice.
    He’s a JERK
    Yup, that’s nice, too.
    He’s STUPID
    oooh – I’m on a roll…
    He’s an IDIOT!
    tee hee hee
    this is fun!!

    You can finish some more for me.

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