"The Man" in four-inch heels...

My neighbors, if looking, had to wonder what in the world I was doing this evening and WHERE was the man who drives the Dodge Charger in the driveway to help her? First of all, I KNOW the dogs have to get to the yard fast as soon as I come in because my lunch break with them was short today. So as you might have assumed from the title of the post, I'm in my four-inch black patten leather heels today - feelin' quite sassy - as I always do in my favorite shoes! So the dogs go tearing out and my balance gets off a bit and they JUST ABOUT....take me down...in the yard, but no fear - years of dance, balance and core strength (haha) kept me upright.

And that's not really even the good part.

As I notice shreds of SOMETHING in our yard, I think - the nerve of a passerby?! And then I realize it's probably cedar shavings or something off a truck that drove by. Either way, I don't need ANYTHING in the yard to preoccupy the pups anymore than they already are OR to digest anything more than they already do. So I go for the rake..in my suit and all. Oh yeah, but not before taking off the heels, rolling up my suit pants and slipping on my 'yard flip flops'. And I proceed to rake the yard; well, only the corner with the shavings. I'll get to the rest this weekend (and don't even say it, Bill - I know what you're thinking :)). After a little elbow grease, I feel good about taking care of my babies and I return the rake to the garage (electric opener)and attempt to close the door. I say attempt because it didn't close. Hmmm...my husband is an AVID/competitive mountain biker - this garage HAS to close! (That's all I'll say about that)

What I don't believe I've told anyone is that the day I returned to Tampa from the holiday - I was greeted with a dead car battery (b/c I drove Bill's so mine sat) and a garage door that wouldn't shut (much like today). Luckily, my landlord came over lickety split and fixed both issues. Here's where I truly think "the man" and I mean, "SHE IS THE MAN", on my part comes in. So I'm still in the suit and I grab that ladder, pop up there and do just what I saw my landlord do. Now granted, when he got off the ladder he didn't cross his fingers, shut one eye, and quietly plead "please, please, please"....but hey - semantics. So I did just what I thought would fix it and VIOLA...fixed garage door...for now :)

So anyway..as you all know...nothing of what I've done is rocket science. But what many of you may not know is that as a wife who has a wonderful, patient, capable and talented husband to ASK for help (mainly, "just because she could") it's very empowering to tackle and accomplish each and every 'little' task without getting my panties in a wad! :) Bill and I are both going to be better people (and a couple) for what we're experiencing.

And now, I'm off to sushi with a great friend. P.S. I'll definitely wear the heels instead of the yard flops.