Living with a "wife" is new territory for me. I'm learning exactly what being married means. On my wedding day I laughed at some friendly advice given to me, "Learn to say, I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. I'll never do that again." I haven't been married a year yet, and if I had a nickel for every time I have said that....
Ali seems to only have a couple of pet peaves. I believe I already blogged about the bed sheet gripe; but her second pet peave is lawn mowers. They are too loud and they burn gas and that is bad for the enviornment. She used one of those push thingys with the rotating blades. As much as I love the enviornment I don't have the time to cut the lawn with a sissors. But a gas mower was out of the question!
"I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. I'll never bring it up again."
Eurika! An electric mower!
Off to Sears we went, after a great deal of kajoling and exhaustive research, we bought an electric mower and a 100' extension chord. The mower wasn't in stock, it was to arrive Wednesday. Race day. I'm not racing, I just wanted to go out on the boat and watch the other racers. Was that so wrong?
"I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. I won't do that again."
So, instead of sailing I turned a 100' powerchord into 2 50' powerchords in need of some TLC.
"I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. I won't do that again."
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