Leimamo’s Life

For several months now my hubby has been obsessed with the erection. I’m not even joking. He’s been measuring and re-measuring. He spoke about nothing but the erection. He stressed constantly over it. I offered to help but he gave me an incredulous look, as though I’d be more of a hinderance than anything else. I’m a nice person, so I asked if he’d like me to ask a friend to help him. Being a MAN, he quickly declined. What gives? Well, last week it happened. Finally! Hooray! I won’t have to hear about it again. Hubby’s happy and now he doesn’t toss and turn in his sleep. Hell, we’re ALL sleeping peacefully again.

 By the way, he finally accepted the help I offered by having me hold up the walls. Of all the days to put this stupid storage shed up, we picked the windiest day in weeks. We (I) was lucky the panels didn’t slice my head off. See the ladder in the picture? That should’ve been me holding up that beam but since I’m not much taller than a menehune, he used the ladder instead. Ok, maybe he used it because the ladder doesn’t talk as much as I do.