John's plan for his two-week vacation was extremely simple: lying on the couch in front of the TV, occasionally turning over from side to side, and sipping beer.

However, you had completely different plans for his vacation.

"She made me hoe, damn it," the man grumbled, lazily wielding a hoe in the garden, and then exclaimed indignantly, looking around: "Why the hell did we plant so many potatoes?!"

At that time, you were sitting in the shade under a spreading apple tree, drinking beer, giggling viciously and watching your husband curse the whole world.