lime

I love my husband.  Probably more than most.  He's handy, and helpful, and handsome.  You know, all the H things.  

But then sometimes he does things that make absolutely no sense to me at all.  Case in point, this morning I woke up to find him spreading hydrated lime all over our backyard because apparently someone told him this would help eliminate the smell of dog pee.

When he came in to wash his hands I asked him if the lime was safe for the dogs.  I'm not sure, he says, as he walks out the door for work. So I google it and come up with a whole host of reasons why Lofton should not have spread lime on our entire backyard.  It's extremely caustic and can burn your skin,  it shouldn't be applied in summer-- only in between fall and winter when the grass is dying for the season,  it definitely needs water to help dissolve it {the chance of rain today is 10%}.

Awesome. {Except the opposite.}

So I call Lofton at work and very nicely explain that I've spent the last thirty minutes researching lime on the Internet.  And while some types of lime are not unsafe for animals and are not designed to burn the grass, the type he choose to smother our grass with is.

He laughed and said my life wouldn't be near as fun if he was the kind of husband who researched things before doing them.

And then he came home and is now outside watering our grass.