Saturday From The Sidelines.

The Man-of-My-Dreams got to come home this weekend.
The few weekends he gets to be home usually end up being not as fun as we'd like, because there is so much work that needs done that we really need him to do.
So we usually end up working on big jobs.
We have fun doing these jobs, but not the kind of fun the young'uns would consider a "good time".

This weekend was slated to replace the decaying front porch.
But, alas, we didn't have use of the trailer that was needed to haul the long lumber that the job required.
The Man-of-My-Dreams was disappointed because he is one of those incredibly exhausting kinda men that MUST always be busy doing something.
Fixing something.
Building something.
Demolishing something.
Cleaning something.
Planning something.
You get the idea.

This quality is not necessarily a bad thing. But it can lead a wife to attempt to find creative ways to hide Ritalin in her beloved's food. (no, I haven't done this... YET!)

With no way to complete the task he had in mind, he had to find something else to do.
So, bright and early this morning he told me to, "Get in the truck. We are going for a drive."
I happily obliged.
We headed out... just the two of us.
We made our way to the big Mega-Store in the next town.

Of course he had to buy the new shower heads for the bathrooms & replacement water filters, but he also stopped in the automotive department.
I figured he was looking for some new gadget for the new truck.
Nope.. instead he bought two new stereo systems.

You have NO idea how excited two certain 16-yr-old young-men-folk were when he brought them home.
For the past three hours, they have been out in the front yard installing their fancy new stereos in their vehicles that they both worked so hard to buy on their own.

I have been piddling away in the garden and playing with the critters.
Even now, I am typing this entry on the porch while, in the background, I'm listening to three of my favorite men laugh, joke & pick on each other as they work side by side.

I couldn't ask for a more perfect Saturday afternoon.