{my guy}

What a man I have! When there are manly chores to be done, don't you go thinking one bit that a little rain will stop Devin. Or a lot of rain. Or thunder and lightning. Or even Hurricane Bertha for that matter. Okay, maybe Hurricane Bertha would stop him. But please tell me, how ridiculous does he look drenched from head-to-toe mowing during a thunderstorm? Oh, and in a Viagra shirt, I should point out. Well, I was there, so I'll tell you. Pretty ridiculous. (And I mean that in a grateful sort-of way.) And everytime I would peer out and signal for him to just give up and come indoors, he would just point up and shout out, "I think it started raining." Yep, that's my man. At least he didn't get struck by lightning. This time, anyway.

I love you Devin. Thanks for risking your life (well, almost) for the sake of our yard. *wink*