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The Honeymooners and Hazelnut Biscotti


There are certain projects I have learned not to tackle.   I used to, but now I just want to throw some money at it and have someone else do it.  Take for example,  deck painting.  My painter had given me a quote to paint the deck in the Branford house.  Decided that was just throwing money away.

Chris and I had just started dating and he offered to help me paint it myself. 

WOW, I was impressed.  

The back yard had quite a slope to it, so much of the railing required getting on a ladder to reach it.  I spent the entire day holding Chris by his legs onto that ladder, while he held the power sprayer. 

I thought:  “He sure has great legs.” 

My sister had come over to help. 

Me (whispering):  “Is he cute or what?” 

Her:  “He’s freaking adorable!” 

At the end of the afternoon, Chris and I sat outside on lawn chairs, dirty, covered with paint, and had happy hour.  It was very romantic.

Last week he asked if I would help him clean out the gutters.  This entailed husband on aforementioned ladder,  and me holding on to aforementioned husband’s great legs while he used the leaf blower to clean out said gutters.  I also had to hold  the leaf blower on the top step of the ladder because he had attached a hose contraption with duck tape to the leaf blower so he could reach the higher roofline.  (And he calls me MacGyver.)

You know that black muck leaves turn into while they sit all season in your gutters?  As I gazed up at my husband, it fell on our heads,  in our faces, all over our clothes.  Disgusting. 

You know the honeymoon is over when things you do together that were once romantic are now chores.   Except for the happy hour, for which I had made a special treat.  Hazelnut Biscotti. (Yeah, I know, but mine are really good with a glass of wine.)  

I promised myself all of my posts on this site were going to be beautiful, funny, or both.  So here's a glamour shot of said husband.  He cleans up real nice, and he looks great holding a Champagne Flute

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