I am a very high maintenance wife. I’m not expensive, I just require a lot of time and attention. A LOT.
Anyway, one of the multitude of things my husband does for me is hide his finger nails. Not always. I’m fine with regular finger nails. However my husband is a landscaper. He designs and creates amazing Japanese gardens. In his work, Rod has to move boulders.
Frequently the boulders fight back, and his fingers and toes get squished. He’s even broken some, and inevitably one or more of his nails turns purple, then black, and then it falls off. I feel queasy even writing about it; it’s so gross.
So during the weeks it takes for his fingernail to heal my husband, being the amazing man that he is, will turn his hand the whole time so that I never see the utter grossness of his nail. How sweet is that? I can’t think of anything that I do for him like that. And yet every time his nail is that stomach churning purple color, he goes about his day, handing me things and talking to me and never once do I have to see his nail.
Rod is awesome and shockingly willing to put up with all of my quirks. I think quirks sounds good, less pathetic right?
How are you high maintenance? Come on there has to be something? Please, someone, anyone ….
One of Rod’s favorite song “The Maid Who Sold her Barley”