Mine was a construction worker. Nothing struck more fear in my heart than a tropical storm. Not that I cared about the storm outside the house, I was more worried about the storm within. Coming home from a ten hour day, beer bottles all over the place, him passed out on the couch.
ugh. just reading that made my stomach sick. oh how i remember those "rain days". except mine couldn't stand to STAY home - had to go, go, go. ick i need a shower.
But yes life is good - I can BREATHE.
