I just got in from using the leafblower in the backyard. Bob had raked and picked up leaves several times this fall, but there were still a lot up against the fence, and since things are starting to come up, I figured I'd better get rid of them. We're supposed to have a big thunderstorm tonight, and I didn't think it would be nice to run the leafblower on Easter Sunday, so I decided to do it tonight.
Bob saw me struggling with it (I hadn't used it since the Fall, and it's kind of awkward and hard to remember how to put it all together), and came out with the rake and raked up a couple of bags of leaves while I vacuumed. Then he got out the ladder cleaned out the gutter, and we came in to wait for the storm. He's going to fry fish tonight--he went fishing yesterday and came home with a bag of fillets. He always cleans it before he comes home--that was one of our rules when we got married: he can bring home all the fish he wants, but I don't clean it, or cook it.
We don't have a lot of rules. Don't go to bed mad is a big one. I'm supposed to never run out of toilet paper, lightbulbs, trash bags or . . . there's something else, I think, but I can't remember now what it is.
