06/04/2026
Every blue-collar wife knows this look.
It’s the face of someone who was told, “I just need you for a minute.”
A minute turned into three hours.
The tank top wasn’t part of the plan.
The shoes are ruined.
The sunscreen is sitting at home.
The storms are starting to roll in, and at this point I’m secretly hoping for a gentle zap so I can clock out early.
But the sprinkler heads survived, Matt didn’t hit any of them, and the backyard got graded, so I guess we’ll call it a successful day.
Anybody else married to someone whose “real quick” takes half a workday?