Thinking maybe I should devote an entire blogsite to my husband. Despite his obsessive/compulsive workaholic demeanor, he is pretty funny. In almost 41 years I haven’t quite figured out how his brain works or if it does.
This morning he asked me how soon I was going to use the two old wooden doors I had him save from a recent demolition of an old school house.
“I’m not sure” I said.
“Well, I will just put them up in the haymow with the rest of the Stuff That Will Never Get Done.” he replied somewhat sarcastically.
I can be sarcastic too. It’s actually what we do best.
“You actually have a place in the haymow labeled Stuff That Will Never Get Done?”
“Yeah, it’s right next to “A Chance in Hell”.