After putting away the tree and decorations, the living room wall looked quite barren.
Sitting and pondering the sadness of my walls, Stacy breaks the silence.
"I have an idea, if you trust me, and it will be nearly free!"
I think all I heard was,
"Blah, blah, idea, blah blah blah FREE!"
So, I will leave you in suspense!
What idea did Stacy have?
How could it be free?
And will I trust him?