Things that scare me about my husband, vol. VI

It's important to note that the BBQ grill is no where near the garage.

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Previously on "Things that scare me about my husband."

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Things that scare me about my husband, vol. V

Previously, on "Things that scare me about my husband."

Things that scare me about my husband vol. IV and and Winter in September

My husband brought home this piece of clothing from work and said that it needed to be laundered.

I am unsure exactly what my husband does in this article of clothing, although I imagine it is what Richard Nixon would have selected to wear had he been a flasher instead of the President of the United States. It is unlike my husband's other work clothes, which are rough jeans and shirts. Why his laundry service at work won't wash it is also a mystery to me.

There is so much I do not understand. Why, just a couple of weeks ago, Winter arrived in Cleveland on Labor Day Weekend.

Having no ambition today, perhaps I should don the flasher jacket and a pair of stilletos and walk the rain-soaked streets with the pained facial expression of a tortured writer.

In the photo there are three people standing before a fire. The man has since died. I have the midnight blue dress the woman is wearing. The small bundled figure was not really there.

Things that scare me about my husband, vol III

It is 3 degrees and we have about nine hundred feet of snow.

Ours is the last house on a dead end street. Despite the fact that almost no one else shovels their sidewalk, my husband shovels ours.

Hence, in front of our house, there is an amputated mini-tunnel upon which no one is walking. Maybe later on, I'll go walk back and forth on it a few times in order to give purpose to his efforts.

I am going to use the new 'label' feature on this post. For those who have not seen some of the other things that scare me about my husband, I suggest you click on the 'husband' label link below and review those entries.

Things that scare me about my husband, vol. II

My husband found a use for the two-wheeled object. He has strapped it to a picnic table that is vertically situated in our garage. The table is also tied to an object that is bolted to his workbench that I believe is commonly referred to as a vice.

This arrangement has been in place for 16 days.

Things that scare me about my husband, vol I.

Things that scare me about my husband

This is a completely unfiltered entry. I am delivering unto you exactly what was delivered unto me when I entered my laundry room earlier today.