>> Monday, September 24, 2012
This Sunday was romantic. When our blond butterball was having a nap, Vito and I decided to do something we've been planing for a few weeks (more him then me).... It involved sweating for three hours! Vito thought it was so romantic that I did it with him. Afterwords he said: "Wow, that was a perfect Sunday afternoon!".
We took out paints and refreshed our walls downstairs.
Yes, that's right. We PAINTED our walls for three hours straight. And Vito thought it was romantic.
We women go crazy thinking up all these complicated ways of being happy and making our men happy. Every time I come to a conclusion that my grandmother was so right! She told me that to keep a husband happy (and out of trouble), wife should make sure of TWO things:
- his hands are always occupied
- he is physically exhausted
(and you thought this applied only to a toddler!)
MUST KEEP THIS IN MIND next time I'm drawn to plan a romantic day with him.
Hmm... maybe next Sunday I suggest we chop a tree down and make some wooden furniture... Or clean out the garage?? Or weed the garden?? Or simply move stacks of bricks from one side to the other...
Now just imagine how much romance will be in my life when Jr. gets older!