My Husband is Tolerant ...or How Bad a Wife am I

Yesterday as my husband arrived home from work it dawned on me how tolerant he really is. You see, around the back of our house is the utility area. That is where the second garage, chicken coop, vegetable garden, clothes line, etc. is. If it is a little ugly, some type of storage, or not fit for the public to see it is back there. So, yesterday I was back there turning the compost heap while I watered it down and wacked any left over mice. We have definitely learned our lesson on how important compost maintenance is around here. I have also begun to shred any financial documents that come to the house and toss them in there. We had our identity stolen last year and it was a small pain in the butt to fix it. I decided any thing to do with credit cards, or personal business is better off rotting in my back yard in shreds than in a trash sack at the dump. Ok, so back to why my husband is so great....

Imagine this,

You come home after a long day of terrorist, mega disaster training at work only to find your lovely wife out back in mismatched clothes, mixing your shredded mail in the compost heap, while your youngest child squirts it with the water hose and at the same time screaming " mommy wacked a mouse until it's brain squeezed out". Oh, and I had cleaned all the past it's prime produce out of the fridge and feed it to the chickens, so your yard it full of groceries.

My lovely husband just smiled and went in the house for a little while, I think he may have even mumbled that he loved us under his breath. What a guy !