Macho, macho man.

My husband is singing, "I'm a man" from Sex, I'm a.

He fixed the bathroom sink, after leaving it sludgey and gross all weekend. (I don't possess the brute force required for the snake and plunging, or it wouldn've been fixed Friday night.)

In other manly news, he's almost done sealing the deck for the year. He still has to take care of the bottom. I need to ask mom what she used to use, though the deck on that house was covered, so perhaps it was different.

I still tell him my mom out-mans him. He pouts.