Again with the woods. I know. It’s what we do, apparently. Perhaps we were elves in past lives. Or, more accurately, given my love of polyester, hippies.

The Mr’s goggle-thingies. Apparently these are the shizz when it comes to keeping flying chunks of wood and/or tree limbs out of one’s eyes. They’re also very sexy. I should sell these to Lady Gaga, start a trend, and become a millionaire. With solid plans like that, I just can’t understand how I’m not ruling the world.

What the Mr does during the day:

Slightly more productive (and dangerous) than what I do. Although I did give myself a wicked paper cut yesterday, so I have that going for me.