This is why I love my husband despite how much he can irritate me. And believe me, I am totally aware that I ALSO can display an AMAZING bitch factor.
I awaken to banging noises emanating from the basement. Walking out into the sun room which the basement opens into, I tentatively call out, "Hello?" My husband emerges from the basement, a goofy grin on his face and a bucket neatly stuffed with wood and oddments.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"I'm getting rid of 25 years of crap." He grins. (We've been in our 110 year old house for 27 years. My husband is the master plumber, electrician, carpenter, architect in the ongoing renovation.)
"I put something down on my workbench yesterday and I couldn't find it. So I'm staging an intervention." He looks at the bucket appraisingly. "I've already carried out two full buckets."
"What's the garage look like?" I ask, assuming that is his destination.
"Oh it's fine." He says, " This isn't going there. This is going into the dumpster." He saunters off, whistling, leaving me laughing at his whimsy.
I awaken to banging noises emanating from the basement. Walking out into the sun room which the basement opens into, I tentatively call out, "Hello?" My husband emerges from the basement, a goofy grin on his face and a bucket neatly stuffed with wood and oddments.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"I'm getting rid of 25 years of crap." He grins. (We've been in our 110 year old house for 27 years. My husband is the master plumber, electrician, carpenter, architect in the ongoing renovation.)
"I put something down on my workbench yesterday and I couldn't find it. So I'm staging an intervention." He looks at the bucket appraisingly. "I've already carried out two full buckets."
"What's the garage look like?" I ask, assuming that is his destination.
"Oh it's fine." He says, " This isn't going there. This is going into the dumpster." He saunters off, whistling, leaving me laughing at his whimsy.
