George Who, You Ask

When George came to our house on Memorial day, we didn't know if we really wanted him to stay or not. It was raining, damp and chilly and neither of us were really in the mood for any disruptions.

Although his appearance was neat and tidy, we were both hesitant until we saw his work. We had been told that he was worth the money and that we would be more than satisfied with the results.

And so it began...working with George. Now let me say first off that the Pres likes to "take the lead" when it comes to certain tasks and I knew, even before George got in the house, that the Pres was in charge.

Without reviewing the instructions, the Pres began tearing through the packaging, tossing it aside while I carefully removed the smaller parts. And there sat George...just waiting patiently.

Before we knew it, we were done...the Pres, myself and George. We decided the rumors had been true.  We were more than happy with the results.

So who is George, you ask????

to be continued tomorrow....