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The other day was almost a perfect day. I worked a little, played a little, socialized a little, and even caught a movie on Amazon Prime, What We Do In the Shadows. A fairly funny movie. I enjoyed most of it, but I loved how Stew, an IT guy, hangs out with the vampires and liked how the Nick character does all the things vampires don’t traditionally shouldn’t do. And I will never forget, for the sake of my kids, that “werewolves are not swearwolves”.

One of the items on my to-do list for the day was to clean up my backyard. My backyard went crazy with weeds when we were out of town. I definitely had more weeds than grass. It would probably take a couple of years to learn the name of the all the weeds we had in our backyard. I came up with a few like Bart, Phoebe, Matilda and Soren (that one was for my ancestors), but after a while the names started to run together and there were a lot of weeds.

Did I say it was “almost” a perfect day? Well after doing yardwork I came into the house and must of walked all over the downstairs because it didn’t take long for me to realize I hadn’t taken off my shoes and I had tracked dirt all over. In a panic, I got out the broom and started sweeping like mad before my awesome wife came downstairs. I don’t remember walking so much but the more I swept the more I kept finding dirt. Half way through the second sweeping my devoted wife surprised me by making it in downstairs and God bless her she only sighed once before reminding me of the need to take off my shoes before walking through the house.

Not one to hold a grudge, my cheerful and gentle wife offered to make me some eggs and I was all in. Everything was cool again, until….I violently sneezed eggs several times all over the living room floor (thank goodness for dogs, they were right on it) all over me, and all over our Lazy-Boy. All I could hear while I was sneezing was my wife muttering matter-of-factly, “Good Grief” and I thought I heard something that sounded like Jehoshaphat.

After a little break, I finished caulking our windows in the hallway and upstairs while my wife was out. I will be the first to say that I am pretty sure about the man part, but the “handy” part I am still not so sure. Caulking should be relatively easy, but the dang shades in my wife’s upstairs room kept getting in the way and the one shade would not go up. I was able to clean up the shades, but I could not get the other one up and after what seemed like 10 minutes gave up. My wife, the saint she is, quietly came home and fixed the shade in a matter of seconds.

As I said the rest of the day was a peach, we spent time relaxing and then later on with spent time hanging out with friends. At the end of the day, my wife, the gem she is, forgave all my mistakes and being shallow and lacking total understanding I told her that I forgave her too.