Little Bun’s “pretty daddy” has earned “hubby of the year” status.

During any given hour of this past Sunday and Monday, the hubby could be found in our backyard sweating his balls off, cursing at lumber and skillfully using his manly-man collection of drills and saws.

Right now as I type? He’s sporting a lovely, crimson-colored sunburn. Sawdust and general grime are embedded in the hair on his arms and legs. And when I go outside to replenish his ice water and offer help, I can smell the dude from at least 20 feet away.

But I am SO NOT complaining — he’s installing one of those playset kits. (Complete with swings, slide, a clubhouse and sandbox even!) You know, the kind that give you all of the dimensions, instructions and hardware. And then you supply the lumber, elbowgrease, surly demeanor and (later) the Corona. The kind of kits that CLAIM the project can be built in eight hours but in REALITY, it takes eight days of working 24 hours nonstop with a team of 23 experienced carpenters.

The boy better spend the next 10 years of his life on that playset. Because I’m gonna have to spend the next 10 years of mine performing certain (ahem) “wifely” acts to demonstrate my gratitude for him being out in his nasty heat when his butt could have been planted on the couch in front of our ginormous, fancy TV.

P.S. You can pay Lowe’s to build the playset for about $800. Course due to the uneven terrain of our backyard the plan would have to be customized and that would raise the price. But still, I would have been more than happy to fork over the cash. Hell, my hubby could have chosen this option and sat inside playing online Party Poker while occasionally supervising the work by scooting his chair two inches to the right and slightly tilting his head to look out of the window. But apparently this sort of work makes him feel all manly and stuff. But you know, watching him out there handling wood and sweating… does make me feel all tingly. So maybe he’s on to something there?