My name is Robinsue Rayne Mazur. I go by either Robin or Rayne.
I am a displaced Connecticut Yankee currently residing in the Midwest and yearning for the Northwest Coast.
I am a voracious reader, an eclectic writer and an enthusiastic artist.
I collect pet rats.
I am a student at the Academy of Art/San Francisco online division.
I have Crohn's and I am Autistic. Consequently I know where every bathroom is in a 200 miles wide radius of me at any given time but am usually too afraid to use them.
The word 'loaf' bothers me.
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LOL sounds like my house too.
Perhaps he is smoking some of that crack I have been hearing about.
ROFL!! That is so funny!
Hhahhahahaha!! THAT IS A CRACK UP!
Okay, here's the clincher. Tell Scottie you will get him a riding mower, then put a small flat screen on the hood of it, and play an endless loop of NASCAR. That lawn will be mowed in no time.
I have no solution for weeds except maybe tell him the remote for the flat screen is buried under one of the weeds so he has to dig them up to look for it.
:o)
Glad to be of assistance...
cynthia blue:
I ended up weeding the front garden after all. I am not too sure if he knows the difference between weed and flower and is much too happy with that weed whacker.
Mr. Fab
Actually, I think it's too much caffeine. Or maybe not enough. Either way, if he doesn't shape up he's going in the closet with the others.
Lisa:
You should see us on laundry day.
Doodles:
I read out your solution to him and he was quite interested until I got to the part about the buried remote. He actually groaned in horror. I think remotes are like sacred to men or something.
I'm SO with you. Unfortunately I have to mow the lawn - front and back - because Hubs is away so often. but I refuse to get mauled my the hedging weed-eater.
Jules:
I totally hate the weed whacker, too. Just don't trust the thing.
In our home, husband does the yard work, and I do everything else, including grocery shopping and bill paying.
But, to be fair, he cooks more than I do, but he likes it, so that doesn't count as a chore.
My bad, he takes out the garbage, too.
Vulgar:
He does do a lot of the cooking, and so does my younger daughter, and he goes grocery shopping whether I can make it or not, however, when it comes to cleaning the house....if things aren't falling on him or actually attacking him he's good with it and I'm more like Felix Unger so I end up doing most of the cleaning. He will do the heavier stuff when I'm not feeling well which is good. Oh, he also likes to dust. He sees it as a personal vendetta. Takes his dusting very seriously.
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