Lappin' It Up

I’ve been um, on the injured list  the past week and my dog walking responsibilities have been outsourced the past week to doggy daycare, which is great because the dog comes back to us tired. No dog following around, just a carcass on the carpet:


But now that I’m on the mend, the time for me to get out and about again has arrived and thedog and I have some catching up to do because who knows what was going on while we were away, so we laced up our shoes, zipped our jacket and went to see what we could see..



We saw that even the neighbours are younger than me.







It turned fall. I think I missed the memo.




We saw small yellow cars


Mattresses that have seen better days


A shovel that looked perfectly fine to me..



Green on Green


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Old Skool!


manicured lawns


cardboard houses


bikes don’t get stolen in pleasantville.


A dog’s best friend


Lastly, we’re getting new neighbours

Thank. Full.

It’s Thanksgiving up there in Canader so I thought I’d take a minute to write about how lucky I am. I give BW a hard time here, but really she’s the best thing that ever happened to me (even if she does make me paint) and that’s because together we found this:

Dick and Jenny's

I’m not quite sure how we found this place. I think we were searching online for a breakfast place and they were local (we don’t have to leave the island!) and after we went there the first time, we both thought the same thing: Dick N’ Jenny, where have you been all our lives? (we’ve also recently found the best donuts in town but that’s an  article for another day). It’s all about the food.


Dick and Jenny's

You get to choose a pastry with your breakfast - instead of plain old toast.

Dick and Jenny's

bottomless coffee, and though not shown - they make homemade donuts!

Dick and Jenny's

Fresh fruit balances out the gagillion calories, right? I think I read that somewhere

Dick and Jenny's

We always stumble out happy (and a little bit fatter)

Happy Thanksgiving to all the turkeys back home. ?


Too Hot To Handle

You would think, that after our crazy birthday blowout with Tacos, we’d be back to our old boring day to day lives:

but, nooooo…it wouldn’t be a complete week without a trip to the emergency clinic because while she was making me this:

BW did this:

because…if you touch the burner on the stove when the burner is still on.. you get a complimentary fashion statement for your middle finger, (I was going to say free of charge, but we’re talking health care in the USA, so theres’  no such thing as a free ride - good thing BW has a health plan)

Our weekend of celebration continued because BW’s sister drove up for a visit and that’s pretty much the last the dog and I saw of BW because it was girls weekend out, and no dogs or husbands allowed. As you can see, we missed BW a whole bunch and waited patiently for her return.

We also partied while the ladies were away:

Well…maybe party is too strong a word. Nap might be a better choice.

I did get to grab a photo of my ladies before they went out:

also, you will note our seasonal decoration on our front porch. We don’t just buy a plain old pumpkin, we buy fancy pumpkins:

We’re very good decorators, as you can see.

But before you know it, the weekend was over and BW’s sis went home but not before we sent our olive plant back to BW’s mom for safe keeping - I don’t know what we do to it - but it’s not good, that’s for sure: We add sun, and water yet we still are horrible at plant keeping. Olive trees, anyway. So, back it goes to those in the know.

And things are now back to the quiet times. We gained a pumpkin, added a year, burned a finger, and lost our plant and there was just one last problem to solve and that was:

Is it dinnertime yet?

Happy Monday, all. ?






Birthday Girl Gone Wild

What does one think of when it comes to birthdays? I think of cards, and cake and maybe a cheesy dollar store happy birthday banner

I brought her coffee in bed and made her her lunch before she went to school, and  then when dinnertime came we went to her favorite restaurant and she had plate after plate of ‘delicisousness’  that I wouldn’t touch, but hey - it’s her birthday so if she wants to eat rabbit, she can go right ahead - it’s her day.

One would think that after a day of meals, and cards, and balloons and banners that would be enough - yes?

Not if you’re my wife. 

What is the last thing one would do after a nice birthday dinner out?

I bet none of you guessed: Go drive around the city in the dark looking for “Lloyd’s Taco Truck’, that supposedly is going to be “in the park”. somewhere. That’s what we ended up doing because it was her birthday and she wanted to have dulce de leche pudding from the Taco truck for dessert.

We drove, and drove, and drove for over 20 minutes around town in the dark until finally, the big bright lights of the taco truck greeted us as we pulled up alongside. We hop out of the car and then she announces: “I’m going to have a taco too”.

This is when I went back to the car and counted to ten.

Not 20 minutes prior we just put away $100 worth of dinner, so  one would think that would be plenty, but apparently when BW hears the siren call of the taco she must partake, even if  it does not make one lick of gastronomical sense whatsoever. And, while we’re there, she’ll get the dessert too.

Of course, I know how this ends and it’s never good.

Right now she’s rolling around in bed complaining of a stomach ache.

Hey, it’s her party and she’ll cry if she wants too - but she has to get her own Tums



The First Annual Summer Roundup. 2012 Edition.


I guess it’s about time for the first annual summer roundup here on Tidy Husband - one of many I hope. I had started this blog for one thing, and that’s to remember all the silly little things one does, or at least the ones  I write about. I don’t blog every day here because well, some days the fact that I lost a sock in the dryer, it’s garbage night doesn’t reallly qualify for an article. Also, these things take time for me to write, and sometimes when I have a choice to hang out with BW or blog, I pick hanging out with a beautiful woman…

Anyway, here goes: the first annual what I did on my summer vacation: 

I started this thing. Technically I started in May but what the heck - we’ll start here. This blogging has been much more fun than I care to admit most days. There’s many a time I’m laughing at the stuff I write it’s so silly.

I wrote about her shoes. it started with the shoes, and boy does she have a lot of ‘em 

I shared how we met. (the dog, not BW)

 We threw out stuff. Boy, does BW like to pitch stuff

Summer Colds are no fun. 

I became the official lawn boy of 2012

Students and Cigars do not make me a happy husband

Married for 3 months in a row.

 The dog rolled in poo

We dreamed about  buying a new car

I bet our um, summer running regimen didn’t last a month . There’s always next year

We planted flower seeds off eBay in our front garden

Over a year ago, BW started to import me

We gave away a perfectly good dog kennel

We started our very first vegetable garden

The air conditioning on the Mitsubishi crapped out

I wrote about how I was going to get rich blogging. We’re still waiting.

Probably the best thing to happen this summer. Honey, I’m home

I was going to spend an hour a night selling stuff on eBay. didn’t happen. I did sell some stuff though so not a complete wash.

We put seeds in dirt and stuff actually grew. We were thrilled.

I went to the hospital in the USA for the first time 

I learned if you get up early, get the work done you can have tea and cookies later with BW. win-win.

I miss the summertime eventing strolls already.

I shared how much money I made in May. I stopped for the summer, but might start again - it’s fun to keep track.

Holy, do we eat a lot. 

The summer of the hot water heater.

I started to worry online about my upcoming dental work.

Add a Backyard, a Cardboard Box and BW with a box on head. Best post I wrote this summer.

I made the dog fat. 

I realized being married just really means your to-do list grows, and you’re not the one that makes the list. That’s what you have a BW for.

Engaged. For a Year. I’m a very lucky guy. 

She went away. I painted the deck. seems fair, no?

I realized number 31 above is all that really matters. Stuff doesn’t. 

When the wife’s away, I play catch with the dog in the late summer sun.

Also when the wife is away, I really know how to party.

I learned I should stop volunteering to do stuff, like paint again. 

We had cheesecake

I fell in love with a garden weeder

We won the most fashionable couple award 

We actually grew stuff in our summer garden

We laid sod 

Apparently, I can trim hedges and keep my fingers.

We went to our first summer fair.

She thinks we need a new car

Even simple thursday nights can be magic

We are, and have good neighbours

I kept on telling everybody how smart she is. About time it got recognized. .

It’s a good thing I had emergency animal crackers. You never know who will show up at your door

From now on, I’m in charge of the car rentals.  Fine print is a bitch.

Our first summer harvest

I can fix stuff. Also, new water heater time!

It’s OK to be on the hook for a 30 year mortgage, right? Also, the dog catches mice.

It wouldn’t be summer without a trip to the Poconos

My lawn cutting skills have a way to go.

I got the photo bug (also, more painting)

Sometimes, you just have to give your head a shake with the things she says.

If only her Mac would work like she wanted it to. 

The dog isn’t the only one getting fat

Greyhounds are really fast.

Hoo, that dress. Wow.

I really should learn to just do as I am told. 

Well, we can say I tried. 

New Husband plus old garage floor = fresh painted garage floor

Got my tooth pulled. At least I could eat ice cream. Also, new shutters for the house too.

We have nice melons

I forgot I was afraid of heights

BW and Botanical Gardens

I broke the keurig machine. That’s number 2 

One book out the door = one proud husband.

I’ve got my eye on you. Also, a wedding in the Poconos

Getting Married is really just a big party to celebrate the fact that you’ll be painting everything she owns eventually over time. Get to know the paint people at the home depot. They’re your new friends.

It’s the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine 

And that’s it for the summer of 2012 . 72 different things of note that I want to remember from this summer’s events.  A few of the hits of 2012  - are of course, the box on the head in the backyard, getting published in the new york timess, getting a book out the door for publishing and painting everything in sight. Also, the dog and I gained some weight.

I  wonder what the fall will bring for us? Time will tell I guess.. and that’s the fun part.