In Full Armor

Aaron has allergies. Also, after having Lasik eye surgery, he was told to avoid anything dusty for 2 weeks. Mowing (or de-thatching, really) the lawn was therefore out, at least for him. And me, having grown up in a delightfully sexist family, had not mowed a lawn until I was 23 years of age. I think I did it twice.

It was a hard, nay, impossible sell.

Aaron said he could wear a dust mask for the allergies, and then I had the brilliant! idea of swimming goggles to protect his expensive perfect vision. We found a pair at Walmart, and the trooper went to work.

This is true love, folks: Aaron was willing to look like a total doofus just so my lazy rear end wouldn't have to do a chore I really dislike. I hope that one day, I, too, can look like a complete dork to prove my eternal affection.


Also, note the sweatpants. If anyone knows the source of basic sweatpants at a basic price, please let me know. Father's Day and Aaron's birthday are both coming up soon.