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Do you know who women naturally have a reputation of being a nag?  Well, you haven’t lived with my sweetie.  He is a constant man in motion.  This is great except for me it equals exhausting.  I don’t want to work all the time.  I understand that chores are never-ending and can and will wait.  I have no qualms of letting laundry pile up so that I can finish my last chapter of my book.<\/span>

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My husband has been nagging me … the basement needs serious tending to.  It is the one room in the house that I never venture into.  Why?  It just seems like such a male zone.  There are videos games, sports stuff, a ridiculous big screed on the wall … you get the picture, don’t you?  Our basement isn’t finished yet, either, so there is no comfortable carpet or painted walls.  It is a mess.<\/span>

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Today I cleaned it…. with a little bit of help.  Out came 5-6 bags of garbage, equal amounts of clothes to give away and lots of books and what not repacked.  It is a space that looks livable again.  The bathroom is clean and presentable, the bedrooms like habitat-able … sigh.<\/span>

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CLEAN THE BASEMENT OUT<\/s><\/span>

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Yesterday Sanj came home and in true Sanj fashion, went on a bike ride then jumped on the lawn mower and begin to attack the grass with a vengeance.  When the belt on the mower broke, forcing him to stop, he started on the gardens.  They needed weeding and we had a dump of mulch delivered that needed spreading on the gardens.  I was in and out making supper and chatting with him on the porch, telling him about my day, the butt-smacking that occured and venting about mean people that hurt my friends.  <\/span>

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Sanj has always wanted me to be a garden person.  After feeding the kids, I went out and started pulling obviously weeds.  My husband was so thrilled.  I believe that sadly, this is a turn on! lol<\/span>

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HELP OUT IN THE GARDENS<\/s><\/span>

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I must be on a roll.  Now all I have to do is find a cure for our garbage problem.  I may actually take a trip to the dump.  This may send him over the edge though.<\/span>

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GARBAGE ISSUES<\/span>

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Nag, Nag, Nag.<\/span>

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I never hang up my keys were they are suppose to be.  Then to add to the issues, I take Sanj’s key.  Not good.  <\/span>

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“Why do you do that?  Why don’t you hang them up when you are done?”  asks my hubby.<\/span>

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Why?  It’s simple.  Why make life that easy?  lol<\/span>

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My sweet hubby… how much I love you.  Hope the nagging eases off a bit… summer is here. It is time for lemonade, books, porches and kids!<\/span>

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This picture is of my workaholic husband RELAXING! lol   He was so delighted to scrub the seats in his beloved mobile.  Weird, eh?<\/span>

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