Story Time!!

Ok boys and girls gather 'round because this little tale came from the weekend of surprises, prizes and other such fun things. Now this tale is intertwined with the events of Saturday which were to say the least stressful and unhappy - but this tale is just proof positive of the little joys life can bring you - if you just look close enough...

Now let us begin with the scene - the front yard of our home, where as leaves are want to do this time of year they are turning colors then falling from the perch - on to the LAWN. As the lawnmower has been giving the death rattle of all things mechanical basically all summer 'we' simply cannot ask it to do it's fall job - that of mulching the leaves for dumping into the compost pit or into the environmentally friendly brown paper bags used for said compost... Oh no boys and girls in this era of high tech and mechanical everything Bubba and family go old school... the rake -- BUT wait! Bubba decided while I was off dropping off the sliced turkey for dinner Saturday night - he would break out the underpowered leaf blower and blow all the leaves off the lawn and into the street right in front of the house. So then when Bubba's wife comes home (that would be me - please pay attention) SHE can stand in the middle of the street with the rake and the big brown bags and scoop up all these leaves and pack them down so we only use 2 bags when 4 would have done the job quite well. ...

Yes - let me repeat that in slow and simple words, Bubba in his wisdom MOVED the leaves from one space to another - so that they can then be bagged up by ME and set out for the County to pick up. NOT thinking of his darling wife of 20 years who must stand out IN the street and bend and scrape all this mess up while cars go whizzing by - BLOWING THE LEAVES BACK ALL OVER HECK'S HALF ACRE!

I won't even begin to document the overwhelming joy I felt about having to deal with the wet, soggy, nasty, rotting leaves underneath it all that were already on the street, been rained on, washed over, and driven over -- repeatedly -- that he now insisted must be dealt with. Seriously? Deal yourself.

Now I can only explain this behavior as 'man-thinking' because no woman in her right mind would have pulled this kind of stupidity. We would have made piles on the lawn, scooped into said composting bags and dealt with things on the lawn - NOT in the street - and been done without the risk to bodily injury and dealing with mucky-mucky and icky mess already present on the street. We don't do icky mucky-muck. Ever.

Now needless to say, I had several pressing issues that kept me going back into the house to deal with - laundry, soup on the stove, had to pee, needed water, my hair needed combed... you get the idea. Bubba did complete the mucky-mucky parts and we finished in plenty of time to make the dinner.

Now the lesson here boys and girls? Think before you blow-- leaves. Into the street as cars go driving by at a non-sedate pace is NOT a good idea - also asking your wife to stand in said street to clean up the bigger mess you made? Also not kosher.

Welcome to my daily life of little joys and moments not to miss... also known as - I can't believe I haven't conked him on the head with a frying pan yet.

I will post when I can over the weekend, we'll see what time I make, and what family fun I can stir up. Frankly I don't think it will take much... we'll start with the trip to PA...