Kevin decided that Tuesday night at 830pm was a great time to start canning some pickles. So he got out our little
camp stove and placed it on the table. I said...uh, don't you think that will be too hot for the table? He replies...maybe i'll go get a board to place it on. Well he does that and cans the pickles as i went to bed early. I was too tired to help.
I woke up to this note on the table.
Love that man.
(granted it doesn't look bad in the picture, but it's a little more noticeable in person)