"Where are you going?" I asked my husband as he put on his flip-flops and opened the patio door.
"Out to count the fence panels," he responded.
Insert an "ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" face from me here.
"I'm just curious - I've always wondered" he defended.
So what did my husband just finish up doing? That's right, walking around the perimeter of our backyard, counting the dog-ear panels of our fence.
There are 576, in case you're wondering.
Oh the laugher that ensues over my husband's antics!