Arlo and Janis by Jimmy Johnson for June 28, 2023

Side of Janis I don’t think we ever experienced before. Nice the way Arlo rolled with it.

Honey do

Still handsome, why does he have to be handy?

Well, the weekend’s here and it’s time to relax,

Kick up my feet in the shade out back.

I must’ve been thinkin’ about some other guy,

’Cause here comes the warden with that look in her eye.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9paZjs2dykg

Shovel out the dirt from under the house. That’s where you lost me, Arlo. Okay, sanding and waxing the trim of the garage was a bridge too far. Even in her sleep this seems a bit much.

Man of my dreams lies next to me in bed. Well, he is also the man of my reality too.

She is one of those who’s mind never stops.

Man or handy man of her dreams?

Wax the trim?

I don’t want to close my eyes…don’t want to fall asleep cuz I’d miss you baby and I don’t want to miss a thing. Aerosmith

Local house wanted a basement so they started digging under it and shoring up as they went along. Did it by hand a wheelbarrow full of dirt at a time. I would have moved to house that had one, myself.

And all of that before breakfast.

Sand and wax all the trim on the garage?

Wax the trim?

Is that a euphemism?

A nightmare?

When we first got married my wife tried this ‘honey do list" thing. She have me a list and I promptly wrote one up for her. She hasn’t bothered me since. Now we have a “things to do” list which includes all the things she needs to do or help with.

“And for my part, there’s only one thing I want you to do…”

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The dirt under the house??

Maybe Janis wants a house on stilts…

Sounds more like “the slave” of her dreams!

I wonder what the house would look like angled 3 degrees left?

Foolish dreams, one and all. Yet your conclusion is probably true…..

I want to see him get all the dirt out. I dug down more than 20 ft one time and didn’t get all the dirt out. It did leave a nice hole in my backyard down near the gully. Wild hogs like to roll in the water when it shows up. Our water table rises and falls with the Escambia River about a mile away.

Many years ago, when we were first married, the church was having a spaghetti supper and I remarked proudly that my new husband made really good salads. Next thing I knew, the poor man was signed up to make salad for 75 people! He and Eldest Daughter went to the grocery store and picked up 21 heads of lettuce and goodness knows what all else. As they were putting the stuff on the check-out belt, Eldest Daughter was having hysterics. The Squire told her to straighten up and help, or he’d “get rid of the d—d rabbit”, which only sent her further into gales of laughter.

So – Tuesday night I went off to college and left him peeling cucumbers and slicing radishes. Wednesday night I went to the laundromat and he was home chopping celery and dicing onion. Thursday night I went to choir rehearsal while he washed lettuce and sliced tomatoes.

When I came in I leaned over to kiss him, and he handed me a knife. After chopping lettuce in silence for a few moments, he pointed his knife at me and said, “If anybody ever asks you, I cannot spin straw into gold.” I replied, “Yessir” and kept on chopping.

I agree, these jobs make no sense.