There are many things Grunt Labor has said that I never dreamed he would utter.
Of course, the first instance was when we had just been dating for a few weeks and he got all serious on me and said “Wow, this is really turning into something good.” Well damn, I thought we were just having fun. I didn’t actually except to marry the rebound guy.
There was the time I was being checked into the hospital to deliver our child and he noted how he had once dated a doctor whose photo was on the wall. It’s probably a good thing they knocked me out for the delivery, otherwise I’m sure I would have used that as ammo during contractions.
He said Si at our wedding instead of I do. I guess I kind of expected that though.
Never in my life would I have expected the city boy to work cattle, plant corn and learn to drive a tractor and actually enjoy it all.
Grunt Labor is at work each day by 6am. He and the guidance counselor, who we will refer to as Sam because I’m not sure how he would feel about his real name being divulged on the blog, “shoot the shit” as I like to say each morning before school. I’m not sure exactly what all is said during these conversations, but I’ve heard tales of fishing lures, guns, hunting and other manly type subjects.
However, a couple weeks back Grunt came home and recounted his morning meeting with Sam. Apparently, Sam is older than he looks and credits this to….wait for it…..a nightly facial mask and eye cream. This coming from a man who lives in the country and I’m sure sits in a hunting blind for hours on end just waiting for a deer to come his way.
And before I could even start laughing, Grunt Labor asked me to pick him up some eye cream and moisturizer the next time I was at Target – something especially for those lines around his eyes.
Alrighty then. Maybe I’ll also buy you a cooling cucumber mask you can wear while you’re plowing the field.