Builder Jim

Have I introduced you to my husband? We'll call him Builder Jim. He's a residential contractor and he works very hard. And he also plays very hard. This is a white shirt. What else can I say? I stay inside and drink wine when he's acting like this but even I, who avoid all things dirty and boyish, have to venture outside to get a photograph of this. This was many weeks ago. I just did laundry today and saw that this guy actually washed this shirt. I assume he's worn it again too because it was in the clean laundry today. That's ridiculous. We can afford a new tshirt, no problem. I threw it away. Don't tell him. I'm sure he's proud of how stained it is. I can find lots of pristine, dressed up pictures of my husband but if we are going to be real on this blog and speak of our real lives , then here it is--my husband at his happiest!

I don't like it, but I do like him happy so I deal. The next time he puts on a golf shirt and gets a manicure, I'll photograph that too . . . but don't hold your breath.

Kiersten