We have a lot of planting beds around the house and throughout the yard that require constant attention. Frankly, If I had my way it’d be all grass, but the plants look very nice and make the house look beautiful and my wife loves them.
The problem is when it rains the water washes the mulch away. In the front I lined the walk with large river rock to direct the water from the gutters down the walk and keep the mulch in place. It works and looks great.
Well here’s why I feel a bit feminine today. My wife has taken it upon herself to line most of the beds that meet with walks with more river rock. It looks great, especially along the driveway in front, but….
I just realized I’m in the house cleaning the damn kitchen and watching the kids while she’s out there moving rock! WTF?!?! Man-dignity removed….
I couldn’t let that go so as soon as I got the baby to sleep I ran to the garage, grabbed my drill, a couple of bits, and some screws so I could mount a piece of art to the brick on the back of the house. Machismo restored. Dignity intact. I’m a man, M-A-N…
Now you know it just couldn’t go that smoothly.
The drill died. Yep, my grip on my man machine went limp right in the middle of putting the screw to it. And right in front of my wife just to add insult to injury. My tool wouldn’t work. My tool couldn’t screw. My tool wouldn’t drill.
I was left standing there dumbfounded with my limp drill in one hand, a screw in the other, and my wife carrying another load of rocks. Damn.
So here I am pounding on the computer waiting for my man machine to recharge so I can get to screwing and drilling again while my wife keep moving rocks. I swear….