When I met my actor husband in 2001, the only tools he owned were nestled in a small leather kit inside a medicine chest. Imagine my alarm, then, when he climbs up a ladder with a screaming chainsaw under his arm. You see, last winter in the upstate garden of a friend,
Three Stooges No More
Three Stooges No More
Three Stooges No More
When I met my actor husband in 2001, the only tools he owned were nestled in a small leather kit inside a medicine chest. Imagine my alarm, then, when he climbs up a ladder with a screaming chainsaw under his arm. You see, last winter in the upstate garden of a friend,