It’s 10pm on a Friday night and my poor husband is in the dark, in the back yard… trying to lay down sod.
It was delivered too late. They told him he should try to get it down tonight.
This, perhaps not knowing that his accomplices in life are 3 women….
One, with fresh abdominal incisions.
One, 60 years old with a raging sinus infection.
One, just learned how to say “Choo-Choo!” and still poops herself.
Not exactly the DREAM TEAM OF SOD LAYING.