It has been a long long time since I listed off the some more of reasons I love my husband. I don't really have an excuse for not continuing with the list, other than pure laziness. So let's remedy that tonight and give you one more reason I love this big lug of mine.
Mike had plans tonight to hook up with the husband portion of our dairy farming friends. A quick check in call to Mrs. Dairy Farmer let Mike know that Mr. Dairy Farmer was out in the barn completing the milking chores on his own. None of the hired help had shown up for one reason or another.
Mike got off the phone and before I knew it he had changed into "working" clothes and was out the door. When he arrived at the farm Mr Dairy Farmer looked up and remarked that Mike was an hour early. To which Mike replied.....
I heard you could use a hand.
Really?
Yeah.
Really!?
So Mike spent some time feeding baby calves and helping administer meds until the real farm hands showed up. Then he managed to hook himself up with a sweet little gig delivering a piece of equipment first thing tomorrow morning. An hour each way in a tractor, he'll be in his glory.
I love that about him. He heard a friend needed a hand and he was out the door to help. Makes me smile every time I think about it. And you know what he got for his trouble? A pee soaker. He misstepped and ended up ankle deep in the pee moat. He's out in the garage right now febreezing the hell out of his work boots.
5 comments:
What is it about men and tractors? My friend's husband wants to drive one so bad! lol. Thanks for the reminder to not focus on the BAD things your husband does to drive you absolutely mental, but the good instead. :)
That's a sweet post. Funny, too! My husband would still be cussing if he had stepped in that!
I bet he had fun too.
Glad you don't have to clean the boots
Mike rocks. But you already know that.
Shame about the boots though.
Betsey - I have no idea!
Beth - he did handle it much better than I thought he would have.
Angela - oh I am very glad for that.
Julie - I had an idea. Nice to remind myself why sometimes though.
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