there he is. the husband. before we had the dining room table set up, before we had the washer and dryer hooked up, or the shower tile re-grouted, or the front porch properly scooped off...he was in the back, building an ice rink. sigh. i live with a man obsessed.
and i am in trouble, because just across the ice is the varsity hockey coach, and next door is a man who owns a power auger and a big pumper hose and a four wheeler with a blade. you see where i am going with this? there is nothing more insane than three grown men meeting in the middle of the night to make smooth ice. apparently, this job can only be done in the deepest cold of night. i think maybe the beer just tastes better then. i do have a front row seat to this insanity, since my bedroom windows face the ice rink and the moon has been shining nice and bright. men do weird things.
for sure.
8 Comments:
oh dear :)
10:52 AM
that full moon has been pretty darn enchanting :)
11:05 AM
boys.
12:47 PM
Nice! Boys will be boys ummm men?? Really who needs tile regrouted?
5:17 PM
Girls may be a mystery, but boys are just plain weird.
Having said that, I would give a million dollars to be looking out your bedroom window at our husbands doing that together. :-)
4:17 AM
karen, i think your husband is way too smart for that. if not, don't tell me. i don't want you to ruin my good image of him :)
7:23 AM
If you add beer, he'll do anything.
:-)
Plus, he's not immune to testosterone.
12:10 PM
Love it - think that I may have one of these in my house too that I am thankful doesn't live next door to yours.
...because they would be out there all of the time with the mini-mes saying, "I bet you can't make the ice smoother than a baby's bottom."
6:36 PM
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