French Hammer and Hips…oh!
"No no no, that hammer belonged to my Grandmother, that is why I know it is mine." Says French husband.
"Okay, it was your Grandmother’s hammer, but I like it and I think it has my name all over it. And anyway, what’s yours in mine and visa verse, right?"
Hanging pictures is a knack you either have or don’t! I have it, and French husband…well he has more important gifts. It makes sense that his Grandmother’s hammer should be mine.
"Give Corey a hammer and the whole house changes. I don’t know how anything stays up, because she uses nails the size of a pin as not to make holes in the wall.
Nevertheless, she is the, "Queen of my hammer," she can drive a nail anywhere!" French husband says with admiration in his voice.
Honestly, I always thought he admired my hammering skills…until I saw this vintage image…maybe he admires my hips, more then my hammering? Oh my!
Note: Re posting today. Due to the fact that my cousin Julie mixed up her dates to catch her plane back to the USA. She thought she was leaving tomorrow, and in fact she lives NOW! Aurevior!
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