Roses are red. Violets are blue. Whenever it rains, I think of you.... Drip, drip, drip....
I can't recall where I first heard the above variation of the poem, but it came to mind today while Lew worked on a household project.
The project was to replace a faucet in the bathroom sink.
Success! No more leaky faucet.
But unfortunately for Lew, he is not done yet. We have a double vanity in our bathroom, and the faucets need to match, right?! Smile!
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