Stepford Husband, or SH for short, is not always reliable. Breadwinner? Yes. Devoted husband and father? Yes. Weekend Napper? Yes. Reliable? Not so much.
Don’t send the guy outside looking for a handful of parsley is all I’m saying.
Middle son is a very different creature to SH. So different in fact, that because of him and his….experimental nature…I have recently had to op-shop some cutlery, and go to Bunnings for some Marine Putty to mend a hole blown up in the bath. Yes. Blown. Up. It was only a small hole – about the size of a small egg. The people at Bunnings were a little surprised too.
It was very soothing bashing away at my bent spoons, as thoughts of my husband and son can-canned across my brain and LOOK! Now SH has no excuse for walking in with a handful of grass, when I sent him out for parsley!
This was my first go and I was a little cranky at the time over-enthusiastic with the bashing. I got better. (Name that movie, and I’ll send you the spoon/herb marker of your choice! No promises though that it will be any better than this one!)