guilt

I'm at the computer (obviously) and hubby just mowed across the window outside..I'm making potato salad, the house is clean..but the guilt still remains.  It would only be complete if I was inside at the computer with a half gallon of ice cream in my lap with a serving spoon right?  Outside..that's his turf.  It's not my fault he had to sand a pickup to paint it..I'd just get rid of it as is..haha.  I'm mean I know, but I'm cute.  HAHAHA