How I Know I’ll Be Married A Long Time — Part III

This past week­end, it had final­ly got­ten warm enough I could no longer put off my duties as house grounds keep­er. I spent part of Sat­ur­day trim­ming, edg­ing, weed­ing and mow­ing. After Angela got home around 6:00 pm, I wrapped up and took a show­er. After­wards, I decid­ed it was time to shave the beard off for the Spring. Pale, sweaty guys are dis­gust­ing enough. You add a beard on them, and man, good luck hold­ing down your lunch.

As Angela stood there with a cer­tain smile on her face that only comes from months of antic­i­pa­tion (not a fan of the beard, that one), she said to me:

“Now you’re going to have change you Mii as well.”

I was think­ing the exact same thing.