Chris pressure washed the driveway yesterday.
And mowed the yard, wearing his new muscle shirt,
and took out all the trash, and vacuumed the house, and washed the dishes, and made coffee.
All this by 11:30 AM.
I just let him.
While I read a Jeffrey Deaver mystery, and waited for the eggs and butter to come to room temp, marinated the steaks I had pulled from the freezer the night before, and made scramble eggs and toast for our breakfast.
He was so proud of how nice it looked that he borrowed the camera and took a bunch of pictures of the same thing. (He needs to take the class, you know, the one about how you need to change your angle, zoom in, out, adjust settings, take a before picture–so the after picture makes sense)
Oh, look, I happen to have this before the pressure washing picture in my computer!
And after. From across the street.
(This is the part where you say, “nice work, honey, it sure looks good!” and leave it at that.)