So. my hubby was going to mow the grass a few weeks
ago, and I reminded him to roll up the hose cause it
would be hard to see in the grass and he would run
over it. I have told him to roll it back up when he
is finished with it and he never listens. My hubby
has a severe case of wife-deafness and didn't roll
up the hose. And just like I figured, over it he
went and chopped the hose in pieces. Being the good
wife I am, I picked at him about it for about a week
then went and bought a new hose.
Fast forward till a day I was off from work and was
going to mow some so he wouldn't have so much to mow
when he got home. (Our yard keeps increasing in size
, I swear it does!!!!!!) Anyways, I pile my fat self
on the mower and am happily running around the yard
in the Earnhardt gear the hubby has told me to never
mow in, and then I heard it.. CHOMP CHOMP...
I look back ,
wondering if that was the neighbor I just ran over
and see little pieces of the garden hose. I had
watered flowers the night before and I hadn't rolled
up the hose. Well, I knew there was NO WAY I could
tell him what I had done 'cause I had picked at him
about it for so long when he did it. So, I jumped in
the car and run over to the closest hardware store
and got a new hose. Was sooooo proud of myself that
I had gotten away with it. Till I got home.
We had used the other hose for a few weeks (before I
made it into straws) and it was all dirty and stuff
and the new hose damn near glowed it was so clean!!!
So, I drug it up and down the driveway in the dirt
about 10 times and then pulled it through the grass
some so it would look like it had been used a lot. I
Knew I had it knocked then. He would never know I
had done the same stupid thing he had. Was sooo
pleased at my self for being so smart!!!!
The next day, he is going to water the flowers and
off across the yard he goes, dragging the hose with
him. I am standing in the window watching him and
thinking all along just how smart I really am ,,,,,
UNTIL... he ran outa hose way before he ran outa
flowerbed. He couldn't get to the other end of the
flower bed with the hose like he had 2 days ago. I
watch him out the window, pulling on the hose so
hard that I thought he was gonna drag the house up
the hill by the hose.
He came back to see
if it was snagged on something. I couldn't figure
out what was wrong. Then it hit me! We had had a 30
foot hose in the beginning and me, in my rush to get
the replacement hose, had bought a 15 footer....
So.... I go out the door dreading what I had to do.
He is standing there with the hose in his hand,
looking back at where its connected to the house and
you can tell by the look on his face, he has no clue
what is going on.
I tried to tell him
that I had heard on the radio that if you left a
garden hose laying in the sun, it would shrink.. He
didn't fall for that one.. So I told him the little
drizzle of rain we had the night before caused it to
draw up.. Nope, didn't work. All at once, he looked
at me and I swear I saw a light bulb go off in his
head. "You did it too, didn't you? Come on fess
up; you ran it over too didn't you?"
What could I say? I
just dropped my head and turned and crawled back
into the house.
Copyright Joy Boone