Admit it ladies, we’ve all read those trashy novels about the lonely wife running off with the pool guy, right? Only problem is, we haven’t got a pool! I suppose this summer I could have rented one of those beach cabanas and ran off with the cabana boy, but the word boy just creeps me out a bit you know? And if you have ever been to the beach in Liguria you would soon learn that the word ‘hot’ and ‘lifeguard’ don’t go hand in hand either.
What I do know for sure is that It’s perfectly okay to run off with my gardner. You see, my husband is simply a gardner trapped inside a sailor. Don’t believe me? This summer he spent 800€ on a Honda lawn mower…okay, I admit, we have a lot of grass to cut but really? This thing has a bigger engine in it than my first car!
Is he hot or what? I had a friend who once complained to me about his wife insisting that he be the one to cut the grass and not always hire some kid down the road. At first I thought she was crazy, who cares who cuts the grass as long as it gets cut. But then I had a change of heart. It’s primal but I kinda like it when my husband does something manly outside instead of sitting at his desk in his pristine white uniform. Those pheromones kick in and even if he is dirty and sweaty and smells like a goat I can’t help but love him more.
He’s been gone a little more than a week but that torrid affair I had with the gardner with the big Honda should keep me going until Spring. That and the case of red wine he left in the closet 🙂