First the visual evidence:
As you know, I can’t go outdoors in the daylight… yet. Stupid yellow jackets. And in any case I’m ill because my husband generously shared his virus with me.
Yesterday he did me a huge favor- he watered my garden which was in desperate need of watering. I asked him if he’d also pick green beans for supper. And herein lies the difference between men and women.
On your left, you’ll see three green beans- the sum total of his harvest.
On your right, you’ll see what I picked this morning before the sun came out from behind the clouds.
And that, my friends, is the difference between men and women in a non-sporting activity - aside from Tom Stronach who would have made sure to find every single bean.
My husband knows I’m posting this - he suggested the post, and even took the photo, because he thought it was pretty funny when I showed him the difference. What’s even funnier is I don’t like green beans. He loves them so I grow them.
Ha! And before I got to the bit where I was generously named my retort was going to be that in our house Ishbel would have come back and said “Oh, sorry I forgot”. Fine, only just, once I get it on the plate for her, but picking and choosing, that’s another story.
Yup, definitely a difference.
You’re such a good person. I’d probably do the same for my hubby though.
Amber -
You would pick those beans for him!
Tom, you are meticulous. You wouldn’t miss a bean.
Too funny.
Sorry about the virus:(
Yup. That’s in in a bean pod. S
Nah…the difference between men and women is THEY wouldn’t grow them unless they planned to eat them. B|
Anny - he likes to eat them, he just doesn’t like to pick them!
Very true, Steph!
Thanks for all the comments, Sandra - feeling a little better today. I think by Tuesday I’ll be fine!
Maybe he needs (better) glasses…
Better contacts, Marie.