"No, I was going to wait. It doesn't need it yet."
"Fine, I'll mow the yard this weekend."
"No, that's my job."
"What? I can't mow the yard because I have boobs?"
"No, you can't mow the lawn because you work so hard inside the house, it's the least I can do."
"So, you're going to mow the yard this weekend? And the sidewalks need edged too. I can do that while you mow."
"Yeah, I'll take care of it, and I'll edge the sidewalks too."
"Promise you're going to do it? We'll get a fine from the housing office if you don't."
"Yeah, I'll do it."
***
So guess what I got in the mail today? If you said, definitely not a notice from the housing office for having an unkempt yard because you're wonderful husband has been saying he'll take care of it for the past three months, you'd be wrong.
I guess I'll be the one outside tomorrow in 100 degree heat edging the stupid sidewalk.
This is what my yard should look like. That is, if I didn't have a lazy, chauvinistic husband.