Last night, Mr. sprayed for bugs around the house and in the house and while it was drying we took Baby Fox to the park. Not the most exciting thing you've ever heard, but we saw a friend and put our kids on the swings. Baby Fox's swing was squeaky, driving us all nuts. Mr. promptly walked home and then did this:
|He's concentrating really hard here, he's now wishing he didn't tell me that he brought his iPhone to the park so I could take a picture and then quickly send them to myself|
|I made him pose with the WD-40 showing, he's not spraying me, don't worry|
Yep that's my husband saving one swing at a time. Our ears thank him profusely.