Credit Where It's Due

No sooner did I post about my husband, the procrastinator, than he came home and started mowing the grass. In my defense, it had been at least 2 weeks since he last did it. In his defense, he came home today and finished it. Maybe my blog lurker is reading blog excerpts to him too. Probably not, he's the one who has all the psycho notes her family left on my grandma's door over Christmas vacation while grandma was in Seattle and who is saving them "just in case" anything suspicious ever happens there or at Aunt M's. And I guess you've got to love him for that too.