Plus there's no a/c out there.

There are things you learn when you're living in a house that you don't have to deal with when you live in an apartment. Even though we don't own the house, being a family-owned home, we definitely feel responsible for at least minor upkeep. Cooler hose breaks? Hubby's up on the roof replacing it. Bugs in the grass? We're on a first name basis with our exterminator.

Luckily, we have a gardener, but we still find ourselves outside trimming and planting and weed-pulling. Well, I find myself planting. The rest are Blue Jobs; I just supervise. And honestly, having a back yard has always been something hubby has been looking forward to...something to make his own, tend to, all that business. Which is why it's funny and a bit surprising to see his annoyance building lately. I think he learned his limits this weekend, however...

He came in, soaking wet with sweat, cursing at the ants overtaking the bougainvillea plant.
Hubby: As much as I hate to admit it, I think I'm over the backyard. I'm learning I don't like outside that much...
Pammy: Aww, honey...really?
Hubby: Outdoors is for wild animals. I'm not a wild animal. I'm domesticated, damnit.

I don't know if it was the quip or the fact that I was just given another excuse to hate camping, but I think he nailed it. Awesome.