July 1, 2008
Mr. Clean mows the lawn
Today was Damian’s weekly date with our lawn mower. Since we moved into this house with a monster backyard that I love, I have been trying to convince him to pay someone else to mow it. Partly due to my jealousy of him spending more time with the mower than me, and partly because I feel guilty watching him out there pushing a mower back and forth for hours in the sticky hotter than he** heat. Sometimes my guilt sends me out to weed, but only after the sun sets.
Today we had the neighborhood crew running around in the back while he was mowing. When Damian (a.k.a. Mr. Clean) finished, he went to hose himself off before he came inside but felt the urge to spray some kids nearby first. Of course the kids were delighted, but I am not so sure about their parents when we sent them home dripping. Sorry Heather!
I was laughing my head off at Mr. Clean after the aforementioned water fight because he was determined that all the kids would be grass-free prior to walking on the freshly blown driveway. He hosed each one of them down individually and then one final time to make sure they passed inspection to walk on the concrete. Yes, my cute and somewhat OCD husband was worried about grass meeting concrete.
Today we had the neighborhood crew running around in the back while he was mowing. When Damian (a.k.a. Mr. Clean) finished, he went to hose himself off before he came inside but felt the urge to spray some kids nearby first. Of course the kids were delighted, but I am not so sure about their parents when we sent them home dripping. Sorry Heather!
I was laughing my head off at Mr. Clean after the aforementioned water fight because he was determined that all the kids would be grass-free prior to walking on the freshly blown driveway. He hosed each one of them down individually and then one final time to make sure they passed inspection to walk on the concrete. Yes, my cute and somewhat OCD husband was worried about grass meeting concrete.
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I didn't realize Damian was a perfectionist. So is John. Too bad the guy married me!
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