This is what my husband looks like.
Basically my favorite photo ever.
Those are examples so that you have a picture in your mind for the following story.
This past weekend I received a phone call from a tree service that I had called to remove some dead trees/bushes (see previous post) in our back yard. I was rushing to get ready for the gym and the tree guy called my cell phone, but I didn't get my phone in time. Moments later our doorbell rang and I was sure it was the tree guy, so I sent husband, Jeremy, to the door to talk to the tree guy.
Doorbell rings....Jeremy answers the door.
Jeremy stares at the man waiting at the door.
Tree Guy (in a very juvenile tone): Hello! Is your mommy home?
Jeremy stares back at him, confused for a moment, and then understanding: Uh, do you mean my wife? Kara?
Tree Guy: Uh, yea, um....let's go look at the trees.
And the best part? The tree guy was no more than 38 himself. Husband is 30. Tree guy is 38ish. Really??