I think in my last "brag blog" I said that I was probably going to blog in my next one something about my husband being tough. Well, my husband is tough! No, he really is tough!
It's not fake, it's not showmanship, not a bunch of hot air and
bluster. He's not some macho jerk or a bully. Nothing like that. He's
just tough. Whatever it is, he can stand up under the pressure. Oh, he
has his moments, everyone has their moments, but when the time comes
and you need to count on him, you can. He can take it. He can do it.
Over
the course of my life I've learned to be pretty tough myself and I can
hold my own. I've always had to. I wanted a man that was tougher than
me, someone who could be my champion if the need arises, and that's
just what he is. He's big and strong and able. That's dead s*xy in my
book! He looks real nice
when he's working and sweating, tearing something out, building
something, swinging a hammer or doing something "manly" like that. Woo
hoo!!
I
remember when we were re-doing the laundry room floor. At least he was.
I didn't do a whole lot. He was trying to take up the old tile and it
was hard work, very tedious and tiring. He was getting big blisters on
the palms of his hands so, I offered to help him, but he never would let me. I didn't let him know, but I was really hoping he wouldn't let me, and he didn't! I thought that was sweet.
I caught myself watching him through the back door glass while he was
working. He was using this scraper, this big, long handled thing, to
try to get under the old tile and scrape the surface of the floor
underneath. It would get dull every few passes so he'd have to stop and
sharpen the blade on the grinder. Again and again, he'd scrape for a
while and then back to the grinder to sharpen the blade. He was deep in
concentration, sweating, his muscles were showing, and sparks were
flying from the grinder wheel and bouncing off his arms. I probably
shouldn't write any more about this....
Comments (2)
hehe... Hey, he's your husband. He's supposed to make you feel like that.