Forget the roses...

I'm not a chocolate and flowers kind of girl, but a surprise gift of my very own toolbox, with my own tools? Makes me melt.



W. knew exactly how much this would mean to me: Now I can find tools were they should be, all the time -- organized in my soon-to-be-shined-up Craftsman box. No more sharing, no more rusty tools left out in the rain, no more searching through the garage for a Phillips.

And no, I didn't like sharing my shovel in the sandbox either...