Lesson: Do NOT fall asleep while your husband has the power tools out

I was snuggling with Brady on the couch this afternoon and we both fell into a nice deep sleep. Spencer family nap. Awesome.


Some time later, I was jarred awake by a horrible high-pitched screeching, drilling-ish noise. The source? Picture Glynn, on the deck, wearing safety glasses and a mask (hey, give him points for that, at least) attempting to saw the old grill into pieces.


I'll repeat that.


He was sawing the old grill into pieces. With his new power saw.


The reason?


"We need to throw it out and it won't fit in the trashcan."


Any excuse to use a power tool, ladies. Any excuse.


I think I'll have to file this post eventually under the subtitle, "Shit Glynn doesn't want you to read."


If you're reading this and have had a similar experience with your husband, I welcome the comments. Let me know we're in this together, wives.


Please.