me: "Oh, my, God!"
dh: "What?"
me: "Do you see what he's doing?"
dh: "Who? You mean (name omitted to spare the otherwise innocent)?"
me: "Yeah. Look at that!"
dh: "He's spreading crap. So? It's not like you haven't seen a crap spreader before."
me: "He's throwing half of it in the road. What a waste."
dh: "I suppose you want to go out there and shovel it off the road and onto the compost heap?"
Yes, my husband is a master of rhetorical questions.
2 comments:
heheeheheehehehe love that PS we have so much crap from our horses and goats we dump a few loads straight on the neighbors field each spring when we clean out the barn and goats pen from the winter , so he can have some of ours.
But partners are like that my wife will make me stop the car just so she can smell the fresh cut hay and sits there smiling
steve
Hiya Steve!
Now, why don't I have a neighbor like you? Around here it's like gold. Your wife is a smart cookie.
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