"W" is for Weed Eater

Hubs and I live in a condo with a little postage stamp backyard. My Texas friends with lawns to mow will want to spit on me when I say this, but here I go: Because it only rains here during the wintertime and the grass only grows in the spring, we only have to cut our grass once a year. As in ONE TIME A YEAR. 

During our first spring together when we were dating, Hubs let the grass get really long. (I like to think he was distracted by me!) Finally seeing that he had a weed eater in his garage, I offered to cut the grass for him. His response: Never come between a man and his power tools. 

I guess marriage changes things...well, some things. Now that we are married, he still lets the grass get really long.* (I still like to think he's distracted by me!) But this year when I offered to cut it, he was all "Sure!". 

Maybe he realized that he should never let a power tool come between his woman and him! ;)

*In Hubs' defense, he's no slacker! He's our family accountant, our family chef, and he even cleans the bathrooms!  Yea, Hubs! I LOVE YOU! (I miss you, too, but cuddles with this one help a lot...)