I was instantly enamored with ponds. So I had to have one. My husband, who hates all things aquatic and horticultural, except for wheat and hay and windmill tanks, was not agreeable. If I recall, the conversation went something like this:
Him: (not so sweetly) Are you out of your bleepity, bleep, bleepity, bleeping mind?
Or maybe only 2.
Or really none. But the truth is he did think I was nuts.
To make a long story short, I don't have a pond. But much like the wizard who couldn't grant brains and courage but rather diplomas and medals, Jason granted me what he could.