After working on his retaining wall all weekend, my honey was musing about what he needed to do next. And yes, I did help, although I'm not sure I was much of one. He was the one moving boulders with a crow bar. I was just shoving flat little rocks underneath to steady the boulders to a constant refrain of "Don't get your fingers under there honey!" Oh, and then I managed to dump dirt all over me from the shovel. Of course, HAD my fingers been crushed, I'm sure my work could have fashioned me a right pretty new one.
Then, the love of my life tells me he needs fill dirt for the yard. "Dirt?" I ask, "I just bought you a dumpster and now you want dirt too?" Yes, we had a dumpster in the yard. He tore down the old shed, we tossed other things in there. It was handy. Wow, I bought him a dumpster, how romanitc.
Later he was reading a blog online and the girl said that her boyfriend had built a fence in his backyard for his backyard. She said she loved watching him do things like that. My honey said, "A fence? Ohhh... He built a fence. She should send him over here and I'll have him moving boulders with his bare hands." I laughed out loud.
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