You Weren't Here To Ask...

This is going to be a rant, a vent, whatever you call it when you want to get something off of your chest! It all started with the Summer Scraptacular and me being gone for a day and a half - almost two days. Not a very long time for things to go horribly wrong at home, but I guess my husband is extremely talented!

Mike is the first one to jump in when he sees something that needs doing, so I guess that I should be thankful that he has the "take the bull by the horns" mentality, but, honestly, sometimes he makes me crazy! This weekend, he decided that he was going to do me a favor by applying Roundup to any weeds that he could find hanging around our farm. Trouble is, weeds grow in between and around flowers, shrubs, trees etc. that should not be sprayed. Add that to the fact that Mike "strongly dislikes" some of my plantings and well, you get the picture...

He was proud as punch that in between rain storms, he was able to apply TANKS FULL of Roundup! I was horrified! To which he replied "Well, you weren't around to ask!". Do I look like a dummy? You bet I was around to ask!! It was planned that way in the first place! When I asked "exactly" what was sprayed, I got the reply "You'll see what I did in a few days". Of course, I will - as plants start to keel over and die.

Is the saying "You weren't around to ask" the female equivalent of "I've had this for ages!"? because I use that one on him a lot!!! I guess they're not as dumb as they look!