There have been a couple of times recently when we’ve left the house and forgotten to close the garage door behind us.
“Oh crap,” I said, driving home from our walk this afternoon. “Did we close the garage door?”
“I did,” said Husband.
“If both of us are going out,” said my husband, “I think the passenger should close the garage door.”
“Except when I’m the passenger. Then it should be you.”
“Hey! Hang on a minute; basically, you’re saying it should be my responsibility.”
“Well, let’s face it: you are the most responsible party in this relationship.”
“Don’t even try and talk your way out of it.”
“So, are you saying you’re irresponsible?”
“No. Just that you’re MORE responsible.”
Husband fully equipped for hiking (yes, that’s an umbrella in his right hand). Photos of Husband’s face are pretty rare; he doesn’t stay still long enough and he is also pretty mean about the photo ops
Niamh and the tree
Down by the river
Vaseline shot: me undaunted by Husband waving a camera in my face after a cryogenic swim