The Reason I Survive

Top, Shorts, Shoes, Bracelets: c/o Windsor Store; Purse, earrings and ring: Francesca's Collections; Belt: Nordstroms BP

Well, I am surviving this summer, the heat, the flames, the monsoons, the 4,000 feet tall hoboobs AKA dust storms, and all.  Arizona is kinda dirty right now.  If you take out the fact that everyone is sweating their fannies off, the weather has been a little insane.  Hubby says it's a full time job keeping our backyard clean.  I say it's a full time job watching him keep it clean.  Hey, I'm busy too.  Like, spray painting picture frames turquoise and figuring out the exact way our new throw blanket should be placed across our bed.  But seriously.  Husband is cah-razy around the house because he can do, and fix, anything and everything by himself.  Sometimes I don't know what worries me more, the tasks at hand, or hubby tackling the tasks at hand.  For example, we had a bee hive between the wood panels of our jacuzzi.  My instinct was to call the exterminator.  Husband's instinct was to grab a roll of paper towels and matches, and smoke those honey bees out.  No not like that.  Apparently there's science behind it.  Hubby said he saw it on one of those survival shows and that it is pretty much an ancient Aboriginal trick.  Not quite sure if the Aborigines had paper towels back then, but I'll go with it.  Anyways, to my disbelief, he successfully removed the hive without taking any stings to the epidermis. We even ate some of the delicious honey.  Then, the thirty foot palm trees needed to be desperately trimmed.  Again, my instinct was to call a professional.  But, to Hubby, again, no big deal.  In a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, there he was, up on the ladder, ripping the branches down with, no, not a tree trimmer, a harness strap he uses for his dirt bike.  He's like my own little McGyver.  Now, there is a leak underneath the floors in the kitchen.  But I guess I won't worry about it because Husband's on it.  So do you see, how I can just sit back, worry relax and let the man do his magic?  Frankly, I don't know how I would survive without him.