I sit here at my computer everyday struggling not to gain weight while my husband spends many hours each day stooping, standing, bending, pulling, pounding, and scraping to replace old flooring. He doesn’t gain weight or need to lose it.
I’m not complaining. I’m contrasting his hard work to my sissy work. I’m working hard, too, but, well, you know. His work is more physically strenuous than mine. My work is mentally strenuous. Steve’s work makes him sweat. I know that, but my brain is panting! Panting, I tell you!
I’m grateful for my husband. He does not mind my sitting at the computer writing blog posts while he works hard.
Steve is the handiest of handymen. He can do almost anything. He keeps our home in good shape. He is updating the house to the the modern open-concept in home design that creates sight lines from one room to another. Supporting the open-concept, he is extending the engineered hickory hardwood flooring to the hallways and kitchen.
That’s a pretty floor, that will be one welcoming open floor plan. Thankful he is able to do so much of the work himself.
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He saves a lot of money by doing things himself, and he is able. He amazes me all that he can do. Thanks for stopping by and for your comment. Blessings to you…
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I could use a handyman…not necessary he be a husband though.
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Handymen are great guys to have around. Every family needs at least one to share. Thanks for stopping by, Patricia. I appreciate you. Blessings…
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My mother said every woman needs three husbands…one for love, one for money. and one to fix things around the house.
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Amen to that! I’m very fortunate to have a three-talented husband.
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