WA couple of weeks ago, I blogged about how I wanted a golf cart. (In case you missed it, click here.)
It turns out, Mr. L actually does read my blog because he decided to do something about it.
Of course, the golf cart Mr. L bought me was only about three inches tall. Not a problem. We don't have room in the garage (and don't have a shed) so where would I put a bigger one?
When my folks were alive, they lived seven houses down the street from us. A golf cart would have been handy because I would go and visit them once or twice a day, and they would have dinner with us pretty often. It would have been handy (and fun) to drive up and down the street.
I wish I could have had a real golf cart, but this one made me smile and it will for a long time to come.
Luckily I have a sense of humor--and so does Mr. L ... maybe that's why we've been together so long.
So, have you been on the receiving end of a joke present? Tell all!