This is where Mark was supposed to be this weekend...
That's what he gets for trying to go to Whistler without me.
Fortunately for us, we got Mark to ourselves all of Memorial Weekend. And so he got a master closet honey-do list.
I've been begging my sweet hubsley to build something for my shoes. I gave him the specifications and the vision, and put the man to work. He put on his work boots and delivered:
Can you hear the choirs of angels singing? Ahhh...
Thanks, Hubsley. We're so glad to have you home!