About a week ago, Brad mentioned that he would mow the yard the next day when he got home. I thought it would be a nice surprise if I mowed it for him.
When he came home, he burst through the garage door and started yelling:
"Call someone, I'm not sure who, maybe CNN, but it appears we have a self-mowing yard! Someone needs to know about this!"

Funny guy.

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I was decorating a cake with the TV on when he walked in.
Brad: What's this? Some girly movie?
Me: Yes.
Brad: Is it that movie about the pants that move and stuff?
Me: Um, the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants? No, it's not. It's Shopaholic.
Brad: She shops for pants. Same thing.

No, it's not, but now I know how he felt when I said Rambo and Die Hard were the same.