Last summer the husband and I strolled up to the local ice-cream parlour after spending the morning working in the garden. I was covered in soil, had dirt under my fingernails, my hair was stuffed under a baseball cap, and I was wearing my oldest clothes which were absolutely filthy.
A man and woman walked past and I noticed that she was breathtakingly gorgeous. Not a hair out of place, beautiful tailored white pants teamed with a pretty floral blouse, and meticulously applied make-up.
Husband heard me sigh, and he looked at me and said, "I'd rather have a woman who can manhandle a bag of mulch, than one of those high maintenance Stepford wives any day."
Reader, that's why I married him.