Sooooo…. the movers bring all our junk. It’s the classic, honey I didn’t even know we had this much stuff scenario. Nevertheless, Doug hadda stand there with the movers as they called out each box number and check it off on their paper work so we can make sure we got everything we owned.
So far, so good.
The new doggie was kinda in the way, so I went out in the backyard with him to keep him company. Who knew what escape he could manuever by himself right? And i couldn’t bear the thought of losing my new friend.
While in the backyard. i started raking all the clumps of grass that had been mowed the other day from 2 feet of overgrown grass. I raked, then I bagged it. 2 bags worth.
Then I got out the poopie scoopie and picked up poo.
Then, I mowed the lawn again and evened out the hack job of clumps that had been missed.
Then…. i weed whacked the whole fence line.
Rinsed off the patio and mower and weed eater.
I was so proud of myself for not wasting time waiting for the movers. I had been *gasp* PRODUCTIVE before 9 a.m. Not bad for someone sooooo not a morning person!
Later, I went to Doug and the conversation went something like this:
Me: Honey, I did the whole yard!
HIM: *goes to back door* LOOKS THE SAME TO ME!
Me: Are you kidding me? I mowed, I raked, I weed eated the fence line!
HIM: Well it looks the same. *then he sees the look on my face*
OHHH HONEY C’MERE, I was just joking! Come here!
Me: You were NOT joking!
HIM: Well, I don’t know what you want me to say, I mowed it the other day! It took me forever! I don’t know why you always want credit!
Needless to say, I wanted to go and dump out the two bags of grass i raked and spread it back out over the lawn.
Need I say more? What is WRONG with you MEN???
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Things cool people say.....