Luckily for the icy beer, I was not doing any heavy lifting.
Sexy Nerd worked all day long, tirelessly moving each 80 pound bag of concrete from the bottom of our lot up the steep, uneven ground until all 6,800 pounds were accounted for. When the 85th bag finally reached the top, I ran up to him in celebration. He was sunburned and sweaty; his hair ashen with cement dust. He'd done it! I threw my arms around him.
Sexy Nerd reeked. I knew he'd worked hard, but this was too much. Recoiling, I vowed we would not ride home in the same car.
Which leads me to the
"I didn't use deodorant today because I knew I'd just get all sweaty and gross anyway. I figured, what's the point, you know?"
WHEN YOU KNOW YOU'RE GOING TO GET ALL SWEATY AND GROSS IS WHEN YOU NEED DEODORANT MOST OF ALL, SEXY NERD!
It's a good thing he's investing so much effort into the greenhouse. At this rate, he won't be allowed inside our beautiful new home. Half the windows don't even open. It simply won't work out, Sexy Nerd.