Lowes=Lust

Lowe's. Ahhhhhh.

Your shiny appliances and sparkly new whirlpool tubs make me giddy.

I can just smell my freshly washed clothes in your fancy-schmancy large capacity front load washers & dryers.

Walking through your garden center with all of the beautiful plants that I know would get an immediate death sentence upon coming home with me makes me misty-eyed.

Your birdfeeders and critter toys make me want to hug all of nature in my yard.

Your lighting and fans make me want to redo my master bedroom into a haven of soft up lighting and the swish-swish-swish of your carved blades.

The paint beckons me with it's promise of a fresh happy do-over.

The smell of your lumber department makes me want to learn to use all of the tools still in my basement and drive nails into your dewy texture.

The yard implements make me want to be one with my weeds.

And the John Deere accessories call to me with their colors of yellow and green, like the lilies and grasses in the field.

However, my bank account and Mint.com curse your name.

Oh well, they'll get over it.