Womens, ya gotta love 'em.
Smooches to every one that I know for not killing me in my sleep with a cast iron skillet
Yes, this poor guy sounds exactly like me, sometimes we outsmart our selves.
Patrice looked up from her book. "How are you going to get the truck out with all those drifts in the driveway?"Famous last words.
"I'm not. I'll use the tractor to bucket through the drifts, then borrow Tom's truck to pick up the plow, bring it back here, use the tractor to offload the snow plow at the end of the driveway and install it there. Then I'll finish clearing the driveway." I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and added, "That's called efficiency, honey."
Bet me money she had dinner ready too.