Life changes for everyone, and recently, our lives changed a bit, resulting in my taking a job where I work in the big city during the week and only come home to our cabin in the woods on Weekends.
This leaves the Marine to his own devices during the week at the land -- which can be good and can be, well, interesting to say the least. Remember, this is the same guy who fashioned an oven out of an old smoker and a turkey fryer back when we were living in a tent.
So, as I leave on Sunday to return to my small apartment in the city, I leave a little "Honey-Do" list for the Marine to work on while I'm away, ever hopeful that when I arrive the following Friday night, the fruits of his labors will be on display for me to "ooh" and "aah" at appropriately.
What's the old saying about, "Best Laid Plans..."?
What really happens is, the Marine looks at the list, mentally crosses out anything that doesn't exactly sound like much fun or even a challenge, and he goes head first into the fray of the hardest, most challenging item on the list, guaranteeing pretty much that nothing will be done by the time I return the following weekend.
But he'll happily regale me with the tales of his derring do and his attempts to complete the list of Honey Do's. Promising, of course, to complete the mammoth task by the next weekend...at which point, we end up pretty much where we were at previously.
Oh well, maybe I need to start making a Honey Don't list.