My sister gave me a Christmas gift right out of our childhood:
Walls brand overalls.
My dad used to always wear his overalls whenever he'd do yard work. He only wore a particular brand called Walls, which therefore makes them the greatest brand of overalls EVER. My dad has classy taste in overalls, as no doubt you've already learned. And as does every young man, I grew up idolizing my dad, and so it was only natural that I'd want my own pair of Walls one day.
I think I look pretty good in my overalls, don't you think?
(Ignore the tags. I kept them on until I was sure that I could do squats and lunged without ripping a hole in the rump. By the way: successful!)
In my Pre-Christmas life I absolutely hated yard work. Yard work was the bane of my existence. But "clothes maketh the man" as they say, and now that I have these awesome overalls I can't wait to get to work.
I'm so excited about doing work that I've even started a To Do list. The top 10 tasks on my To Do list all involve working in the front yard so all the neighbors can see me. What's the point of dressing up and working hard if nobody's going to see you? And what's the point of working if you don't have fancy overalls to work in?
My wife is embarrassed, not so much because of my Walls, but because I insist on wearing them any time I do any manual labor.
"What's that?" I'll ask "You need me to take the trash out? Sure, just a minute, let me just put on my Walls."
So Rebecca, thank you so much for my overalls! And Dad, thanks for always wearing your Walls the six or seven times a year I saw you actually do yard work. I hope I make you proud.
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