Oh how I adore my husband. Earlier this week, we drew up tentative plans and priced out building garden beds. Not too bad, and it's on the "to do list".
Yesterday I come home from work, and he gleefully informs me that I 'have a big present in the back yard'. Go into the back- it's a fully assembled, VERY well constructed garden bed. Perfect! Even better- it was FREE. I guess he was out for a run and saw it with a "free" sign in a neighbor's driveway. He showed me the picture, and it was from a house a couple blocks over that has a wonderful garden.
Now here's my chuckling-as-I-type-moment: the thought dawned on me that it is a large, heavy, fully assembled rectangle of wood. And I had the truck yesterday. And it was over 2 blocks away. "How did you get this home?" My dear husband is not a small man. I guess he decided just to heft the thing home! But he couldn't hold it sideways... I guess he had to carry it in essentially a snatch grip overhead.
Kinda like so:
So now I'm cracking up. I was being cheeky when I named my journal "the roughest mustachians on the nicest block". We just moved in over a month ago, and my wonderful husband decided to walk 1/4 mi shirtless, sweaty from his run, with dirt raining down on his head, so that he could proudly bring me home a free present =D Well, at least we're living up to that journal title!