Sand replaced and strange language between men and boys...
I cut my hand on something while digging in the sand filter. My husband who had just pulled a muscle in his back while dumping a bucketful went into manly shock.
"Are you all right?"
"I'm fine." I pulled another cupful out and of course as my hand rose so did the bloody gash. It didn't hurt. Promise. I went for three more cupfuls and each time I raised my hand from inside the filter, he would shift around, but kept quiet. The strain was so thick in the air. On the fourth cupful he shoved me out of the way.
"I can't stand here like this with you bleeding everywhere. Move. Go doctor your hand."
Okay. I went. I did use the Shopvac when it came time because my hand is smaller.
The language of men:
We switched out the pump handle which required a few knocks against a pin that held the handle in place. My husband let my son bang on it a few times. As I was walking past I overheard this come from my husband's mouth, "Little bit harder. Bang it like you've got a pair."
I so knew these types of things were going on behind my back!
"Are you all right?"
"I'm fine." I pulled another cupful out and of course as my hand rose so did the bloody gash. It didn't hurt. Promise. I went for three more cupfuls and each time I raised my hand from inside the filter, he would shift around, but kept quiet. The strain was so thick in the air. On the fourth cupful he shoved me out of the way.
"I can't stand here like this with you bleeding everywhere. Move. Go doctor your hand."
Okay. I went. I did use the Shopvac when it came time because my hand is smaller.
The language of men:
We switched out the pump handle which required a few knocks against a pin that held the handle in place. My husband let my son bang on it a few times. As I was walking past I overheard this come from my husband's mouth, "Little bit harder. Bang it like you've got a pair."
I so knew these types of things were going on behind my back!