Scott and I don't discuss every detail of maintaining our home. You understand, the day to day upkeep, repairs and cleanliness. When we see something that needs to be done, we generally just get it done, by our own hands or we hire a professional.
Yesterday was one of those days. A guy was painting house numbers on the curb so I had him go ahead and do ours. Apparently, it was a big problem for my sweet husband. Thirteen dollars. That's it, THIRTEEN DOLLARS was the total expense. I thought I had committed an act of domestic spending he was so ballistic. Seriously. I admit our finances are a little tight right now, but really.
The point was actually, not finances at all. It was that I intruded on his territory, his domain, his personal space. He is the go to guy for anything outside. The girls report to him on their flower beds. I am not involved with the outside other than the occasional sweeping, furnishing and potted plants. Truth be told, I don't want that job. I love flowers and plants, I just don't want to care for them. He's the gardener, landscape specialist, water consultant, trash engineer and street appeal guy.
By the way, he just had the street number painted on the curb a month ago. My bad.
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