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I am thiiiiiiiis close to screaming.

All day I have done the following (in a 103 F heat index, mind.)
* dragged 400 pounds of decomposed granite to my truck, then up the stone steps and into my back yard
* moved all of the flagstones along the 60 ft. fence
* raked the ground smooth.
* spread 200 pounds of paver sand, raked that
* spread 300 pounds of the granite, because I gave up from the heat
* had water, went back and raked that smooth
* started re-laying the flagstones

The ones laid are level and gorgeous. I came inside to cool off. The Mr. fires up the smoker for a brisket for tomorrow and dumps the large mass of charcoal coals onto my beautiful decomposed granite and flagstone path because, and I quote, "What else am I going to do with it?"

PUT IT IN THE GEE DEE GARBAGE YOU NUMB NUTS OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU BUT I AM SO TIRED OF THOUGHTLESSNESS. He says he'll "clean it up." Yes. He will. (But he shouldn't have done it in the first place!) >:(

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entrenous88
Jun. 23rd, 2012 03:27 am (UTC)
Oh. No.

...maybe he should write lines. "I will never watch my wife work hard all freaking day in horrible heat on a wonderful project and then ruin it in five seconds" to start? Say 500x. And he should get you a spa massage gc. Seems fair!

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Reading this? I'm just curious. Because that's really detail-oriented of you. Feel free to stop reading. But you can see that there's more here, so are you going to keep reading? Really? That's pretty dedicated. I'm impressed. No, really. I'm not being sarcastic, why do you get like that? See, this is the problem I have with your mother - yes. YES. I'm going there. It's time we put all of our cards on the table.

I love you, why are you doing this? After all we've been through? You don't have to be like this. You know, still reading. You could be baking a pie. And then sharing it with me.

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