Why am I calling him Rambo*? Because I want to give you an idea of the kind of person Mark is. He likes doing things I imagine Rambo does when not filming a movie. Including: working on his diesel truck aka "Beast," catching huge fish like muskie, shooting his gun, smashing spiders with his bare hands, and getting dirty riding his four-wheeler. When we go camping, Mark brings this huge knife and sleeps next to it. Not kidding. I'm pretty sure he secretly hopes to get attacked by a large animal or crazy person so that he can totally go Rambo on their butts.
But like I was saying, last weekend, Rambo moved in.Rambo has brought a lot to the table since he moved in. And by this I mean he actually brought a dining room table, which I did not have before. He also brought two chairs, an armoire (spellcheck?), two bookshelves, a wafflemaker, a grill, a george forman grill, two end tables, a lamp, a ridiculous amount of tupperware, all of his man tools, more t-shirts than I have ever owned combined in my whole life, and much, much more. Basically I wanted to cry when I looked at all the stuff in my living room on Sunday.
Oh did I forget to say that we have a one bedroom apartment? Well we do, and though I thought it was impossible-- we managed to actually make it work over the weekend. Props, Rambo-- the apartment looks great.
Turns out there are a lot of pluses to having a Rambo around. So far Rambo has repaired my dryer and built me my deck bar which included painting and staining it. Also garbage duty has become a Rambo job, which makes me a happy girl.
Welcome, Rambo!
Now, what's your analogy for the man or woman in your life?
Live well,
Lauren
* I haven't actually seen any of the Rambo movies. I'm just not that kind of girl. But Mark has seen them all. Multiple times each. Further hammering home my nickname for him.
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