When we got married, we made an unofficial pact. I would do the house, cooking, laundry, etc. (you know, the wifely duties) and he would gas up the cars and take care of the car maintenance and MOW THE GRASS. And for most of our almost thirty years of marriage, that's the way it's been.
Well, for the last week, it has rained almost every day so Tom hasn't been able to get out and mow. It was a week yesterday since the yard was mowed and it was getting very high!
As he left for work this morning, Tom's last words to me were, "I'll try to get home early tonight so I can mow."
Now, the forecast says it is going to get into the low 90's by 6:00 with high humidity, s0 as soon as his car was out of the driveway, I got dressed in my most loveliest old clothes and went out to mow. For him. When I got to the garage, I discovered that the gas tank and the gas container were empty. So I went to the gas station (which I NEVER do!--you should've seem me trying to figure out how to put my debit card into the gas thingy. . .) for him.
And I mowed in the already hot and humid sunshine and it was great. Because I kept thinking of his face when he comes home for lunch and sees that it is already done.
Let's not talk about the look on his face when he looks at my whirling dervish mowing patterns. . .or the patch I missed out by the pine tree. . .