Today Was ForePlay Day....

My husband is a salesman. He doesn't do stuff around the house. If something needs doing. I either do it, or ask my son to do it. If the two of us are clueless, we have a certain few that we will call and ask for help, and if they can't do it then we call in the professionals. I never like to get to that point.
I like it when I can do it myself.
The few very good friends I call in case of an emergency are always gallant in their efforts and are rewarded with good food and the beverages of their choice.
But today as he does on rare occasions Billy came out of the office and began doing yard work. He cut the hedge that runs the length of the driveway. Then cut the bushes on the other side. He also cut back a big holly tree that was hanging over the back porch roof. He used the ladder and got himself up there and had at it.
I alwasys tease him when he does these things for me because I get so happy that he is helping me with these tasks I know he despises, I go as far as telling him it's like foreplay. I find myself jealous of my other friends that their husbands have yard skills, building skills, plumbing skills, electric skills or autorepair skills.
And they all look at me with the same look on their face and say "Your husband brings you breakfast in bed every morning, Shut Up".
I then realize I have nothing to be jealous of and find when he does these manly things it is kinda like foreplay.