The office boy.

The Mr. Husbandman had hurt his back a number of weeks ago. In an attempt to continue on with his workday he traded a guy that worked in the "office", for a spot out on the road.. doing the windowish things that they do. This makes me think of a conversation that me and the Mr. Husbandman had many moons ago... which was something along the lines of "he could never work within four walls ever"... "he would go nuts". I have spent time observing him over the past couple of weeks, and he isn't busy running from room to room, nor hiding peanuts around the home so far. So every morning, being the kind of loving wife that I really try to be (minus the whole cooking thing) I smile and wave and wish him a nice day at work.... "OFFICE BOY!"