The New Basketball Hoop
About 2 weeks ago, Boo approached me without a shirt. I asked him where his shirt was, and he said “in my new basketball hoop,” then ran away.
Since I was in the middle of nine other things at the moment, I didn’t think twice about it, and haven’t thought about that shirt since.
Tonight, as I was cleaning the kitchen and hanging a clean pot on my above-island pot rack, it all came together for me…
Note: I am not responsible for any dust that might be evident in this picture. (Okay, yes I am. However, I will once again use the "This is my blog" clause and deny any responsibility for it.)
Oh, how I love a creative description.
That is awesome!!! Thanks for the laugh!!!