Ah, the joys of marriage... to a maintenance man.
My husband came home from work today looking like this:
Oh yes. Mud. And grease. And just... dirty.
And this is only the bottom half. I'd lovingly asked him to take his shirt off outside. Because it was worse. Worse than the pants. Believe it.
Joys, I tell you. Joys.
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