tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12774302.post9142370142910524716..comments2023-10-12T07:26:45.479-07:00Comments on I'm Mad and I Eat: The Weeder Ran Away with the Trowel.cookiecrumbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00741894180391507513noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12774302.post-25356638700397953402011-01-23T16:35:17.871-08:002011-01-23T16:35:17.871-08:00Greg: I guess at a certain point in a longevity ma...Greg: I guess at a certain point in a longevity marriage, it will be OK to get all new silverware.<br />And, I know where the socks are. Just outside the washer's cylinder, next to the actual housing of the machine. If the load gets too high, the socks just spin out over the lip. Isn't that creepy?cookiecrumbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00741894180391507513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12774302.post-47169233838998756922011-01-23T15:11:16.225-08:002011-01-23T15:11:16.225-08:00And the dish ran away with the spoon!Like Ms. Brow...And the dish ran away with the spoon!Like Ms. Brown Mouse we lose teaspoons. Oh and don't get me started about socks.Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08255032914854206547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12774302.post-62907914369635006982011-01-23T07:08:39.386-08:002011-01-23T07:08:39.386-08:00Cookie, amen to that!Cookie, amen to that!Zoomiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16474153316588551039noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12774302.post-69994868848249698262011-01-22T18:02:11.132-08:002011-01-22T18:02:11.132-08:00Zoomie: I prefer not to be bellowed at by bloviato...Zoomie: I prefer not to be bellowed at by bloviators, no matter their red/blue preference. What a blowhard.cookiecrumbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00741894180391507513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12774302.post-85997655984802645612011-01-22T16:34:25.142-08:002011-01-22T16:34:25.142-08:00Cookiecrumb, although I usually agree with Olberma...Cookiecrumb, although I usually agree with Olbermann, I don't like him either. In an odd way, he is to the left what Glenn Beck is to the wackos.Zoomiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16474153316588551039noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12774302.post-78760458680312826192011-01-22T16:33:25.466-08:002011-01-22T16:33:25.466-08:00Simply, your hubs is a crafty devil, isn't he?...Simply, your hubs is a crafty devil, isn't he? :-) I used to live in snow country, too. I like rain better - you don't have to shovel it.<br /><br />Ms. Mouse, My Beloved cleans up after me, too. He thinks that equals out the effort but, in fact, I'm out there cursing and weeding for hours longer than it takes him to clean up. On the other hand, I'm dead after all that, so I bless him anyway.Zoomiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16474153316588551039noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12774302.post-69716431604886025082011-01-22T13:33:24.344-08:002011-01-22T13:33:24.344-08:00Zoomie: That's a good explanation, and you act...Zoomie: That's a good explanation, and you actually recover your missing utensils. My yard doesn't have any hiding places, except for the large bush where Bartlett takes her toys, and... OMG, you don't think?!<br /><br />Simply: Your husband is clever, but still a cad. I have no doubts you were easily fooled, not coming from snow and cad country yourself. (Teasing. I bet he's the best, in other ways.)<br /><br />Mouse: I know. Teaspoons. Where do they go? They're gone!<br />I dare not leave a trail of detritus, because so many of the weeds I'm pulling are ready to explode with seeds. Can't have that. I even stuff extra-ripe weeds into plastic bags. Mr Brown, you hear that? Mutter, mutter.cookiecrumbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00741894180391507513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12774302.post-18576791139908891492011-01-22T13:26:36.587-08:002011-01-22T13:26:36.587-08:00Spoons, teaspoons, we loose teaspoons.
When I do...Spoons, teaspoons, we loose teaspoons. <br /><br />When I do weeding (pruning etc) I drop as I go, leaving a trail of detris behind me. Later, Mr Brown comes along with a rake & the compost collection bag, muttering evil things ...Ms Brown Mousehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06128283343279442537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12774302.post-65381171342658298912011-01-22T12:38:50.425-08:002011-01-22T12:38:50.425-08:00Your explanation of where the lost tool went is ve...Your explanation of where the lost tool went is very believable.<br /><br />Much more believable than the line my hubby used to give me every time a good snowstorm swept through about "How the shovel just up and ran away after it saw all the snow" and would then mysteriously re-appear a few days after the 1st melt.<br /><br />The shovel never "up and ran away" when it was my turn for DSRD(Damn-Snow-Removal-Duty)<br /><br />It took this transplanted southern Californian two seasons of snow to realize that if you throw the shovel out in the middle of the back yard right before the snow starts falling hard...you will in fact not see the shovel until the first melt.<br /><br />He had me for 2 years on that one.SimplyStatedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03771339633180527244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12774302.post-15579113600357436212011-01-22T11:50:55.560-08:002011-01-22T11:50:55.560-08:00I often find my "lost" tools where I lef...I often find my "lost" tools where I left them, out in the garden hidden under a plant. Oops. If I'm lucky, they haven't rusted beyond repair.Zoomiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16474153316588551039noreply@blogger.com