Ah, back when we didn’t have to wear 80 layers to walk our little Monster.
(While on a walk with the little Monster)
Him: Oh, this is the yard Ozzie likes to poop in.
Me: What? It’s behind a fence. What do you mean?
Him: Well yeah, but I just opened the gate because Ozzie really wanted to go in there.
Me: You broke into someone’s private property so Ozzie could sniff around and go to the bathroom?!
Him: Is it really private property? It’s just grass.
Me: IT IS BEHIND A GATE NEXT IN FRONT OF SOMEONE’S HOUSE!
Him: Hmmm yeah I guess you’re right. I didn’t think of it like that. Oh well, Ozzie really liked it.
Originally I thought this was a sign from the Husband or from God that I should not bother doing the laundry… ever again. No such luck.
(I’m at home and the Husband is out walking Ozzie. I call him on the phone…)
Me: Hey… did you leave some random things in the washing machine?
Him: OH! Is it a shovel? Like a garden shovel?
Me: Yes, exactly. And a lid of some sort.
Him: Yep, that was me.
Me: OK then.
… And these are just a few reasons I love the Husband more and more each day.
* Linking up with Amanda today!
Cheers!
