Maybe I Should Stick To Writing

Hand hubby long sleeved striped shirt.
Hubby takes striped shirt and asks, "What's this for?"
Wife (while smiling and trying to look cute) says, "I need to take your picture. I'm making a book trailer. Do you think you could look like your from 1900?"
Hubby immediately responds in a VERY unenthusiastic tone, "Oh, gosh."

Now, I must admit that my husband is a manly man. A really manly man. (I mean, the guy dresses in camo and stalks 500 pound Elk bulls with a bow and arrow, seriously, he does.) Parading around in my back yard...in the snow...while I follow him with a video camera is NOT his idea of a good time.

So there we were, in the back yard, him dressed in an old fashioned striped shirt, wearing his grungy boots which, I think look very hillbilly and quite appropriate for the book, and I am giving orders for him to stand "here" and look like "this." (mind you, this is not helping his enthusiasm.)

"I think it would look cool if you could chop some firewood. Where's your axe?" I ask.

"It broke," he reminds me.

Of course I remember it broke; a wife remembers everything about her husband's tools, but of course I respond, "Are you serious!"

"I'm serious. The handle busted off."

At this point, it would only be fair for me to mention that I was going to have him take my picture next. Which means, I'm wearing: a skirt, petticoats, stockings, lace up boots, and the list goes on. Now we are standing in the freezing cold, me holding a camera, him wearing that stupid shirt while giving me the look, our son, wearing his modern snowsuit, staring at his parents. hmmm...no axe.

I scan our back yard, trying to come up with an alternative "1900's chore" when I spot our chicken coop.

"Do you think you could kill a chicken?"

Husband laughs, not a little laugh, a really big laugh. "No."

Now, its my turn to laugh. My chickens peck around their pen, oblivious to my suggestion. (sorry chickens, I didn't mean it.) Needless to say, I never got my picture.

My husband took off the striped shirt and proceeded to shovel snow. I guess I could have taped him doing that, but the shovel was made out of plastic and the BBQ in the background would have killed the authenticity of the shot. ...so I must wait til another day. And the book trailer will just have to wait as well :-)