"I think you need to cut it about 3/8" shorter. Oh, I wouldn't use that blade. Are you sure you measured that right?"
GI Joe LOVES the company of a cow that thinks he's a human while he's trying to do a task. I mean, who wouldn't?!?
On this particular day, GI Joe had hit a bit of a wall (not literally he was BUILDING a wall not hitting it) and was getting tired. I guess all that up and down 8 ft carrying boards and building walls was wearing on him because he asked me to bring him down a Monster energy drink. Listen, I'd bring him Halle Berry if he asked me too if it means I don't have to try to climb up in that treehouse and hold up boards until my arms are ON FIRE while he measures and nails and stuff. Obviously, a Monster I could do. I even drove the 5 miles into town to Casey's to get him an ice cold one. I know, I know, hold your applause until the end of my Wife of the Year speech. I drove down into the pasture where he was working to hand deliver it while wearing a sundress, perfectly applied makeup, the gentle breeze blowing through my shiny, untangled hair, humming a country song, skipping thru the pasture, holding a picnic basket with a big jug of sweet tea. Oh oops, sometimes I try to make country songs real life. ANYWAY, he was so happy to see me (I'm sure because he loves me SO much and it did his tired soul good to see the love of his life) or maybe it was the ice cold Monster, we'll never know. He took a nice long sip, sighed happily (duh because I was still there), set the Monster on the tailgate of his truck where it would be within easy reach and got back to sawing boards.
Holy was watching the whole thing.