Romantic Weeding

Weeding the garden sucks because of the unequivocal, number-one garden pest in the whole world: grass. The grass is stupid and very difficult to extricate from our lovely patch of happiness. Thus, after a lovely dinner, my wife and I went out for some romantic weeding of the garden. More or less, it sucked, but it was still very romantic and therefore "fun." Perhaps the words "bonding" and "moderately successful" are more appropriate, as is the word "sucks."

We pulled up a lot of grass together and had essentially no conversation. That's what we call partner meditation in motion. The most important part is that we were together and working on something that we love. The second most important part is that my wife is an awesome massage therapist and can fix my back now that I wrecked it pulling up ten thousand tufty rye grasses.

The moral here: a good man sucks it up and does stuff that sucks... sometimes for his woman and sometimes with her.