We love our friends. All of them. We have amazing pals in our life.
But today I have a favorite.
This one. Jooooooosshhh!
He came on Saturday morning. He brought his chainsaw with him.
The chainsaw charmed me . . . and my son.
I asked Kevin if I could get one. Maybe a junior-sized pink one with an automatic push-button start.
I briefly pictured myself trolling through our "woods" in search of downed trees and branches.
I could start a firewood business.
He said no.
Then I asked if he would charm me with his chainsaw skills.
Again, a no.
And since I have no desire to make an emergency room run or preserve a sawn-off digit in milk, I've reluctantly given up my chainsaw dream.
But Josh and his sawdust-producing toy are welcome at my house any time.