Thank you, friend, for moving the pole saw on my porch.
You are not my husband but I love you.
No longer must I worry that quickly moving, clumsy feet will trip over said pole saw.
Or that some small child will impale themselves upon it's blade.
No longer must I fret that the gasoline will ignite from the heat of the sun and burst into flames.
Or that I will awaken to the sounds of a frightened and injured animal that has fallen across the chain in a hurry to get off of our porch.
You have taken away yet another worry from my mind.
And you are so very appreciated.