Standing high on the ladder, Shelly can hear her husband rolling his eyes as he holds onto the lower rungs of the ladder while she secures the lights to the bare branches of the tree. He doesn’t understand why she’s doing this – wasting away her time and energy to decorate the backyard.
“No one’s gonna be looking at our backyard,” he’d reasoned.
“Is it so wrong to have a backyard that looks just as nice as the front? Don’t you like a nice view with your coffee?”
“I think the view looks nice no matter what you do with it.”
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If she had made him go up the ladder to hang the lights, I would have suspected she was trying to engineer his untimely death. Sorry, first thought that popped into my head.
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😂🤣😂
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He is right, of course.
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this felt so real to me! All he had to do was hold the ladder, no opinions needed, but always given freely 😄
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Haha, I sometimes have to deal with the something with my mom and I’m always the one holding the ladder, rolling my eyes. 😀
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This made me smile – sometimes husbands just don’t get it! 😃
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Haha, I can imagine. 😀
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🙌
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Very good, Yinglan. Definitely not a guy thing! 😅
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