After watering my veggie containers and cleaning the bird bath last week, I attempted to wind up the hose into a neat pile. I could have left it lying across the driveway, but I knew the kids, especially pork-chop would have tripped over it. And then he would have skinned his knee. And if he sees the blood from a skinned knee you would think that his entire leg was just chopped off. So I wound it up and in the process got myself all dirty.
I’m not the least bit prissy - I don’t mind getting dirty. I loved playing in dirt as a kid and I still love playing in it. Back in the day I used to ride my 4-wheeler through the biggest mud puddles I could find. However, at this particular moment I wasn’t dressed for the dirt and I was annoyed that it was getting all over me. I wished I had one of those cheaply made plastic hose boxes with a reel.
Someone was listening to me, because the next day I spotted one curbside. I noticed that the handle on the reel was broken, but I figured Assman could rig something up and make it work. So I picked it and was proud that I just saved myself $25. That night I discovered online that I could buy the broken part for about $10 – this reduces my savings, but it’s still better than paying full price! But, even better, the next day while driving around, I found the same box with the reel handle – badabing -jackpot! Assman went back, took the reel off that one put it on mine and I’m back to my original savings of $25!!! It’s the little things that excite me.
Yesterday, I decided I don’t like the box. I’m not sure if we have it hooked up wrong, but the hose gets all tangled and I can’t pull it out. It took me and pork-chop about 15 minutes to get just enough out to reach the veggies. No wonder it was at the curb. It will be at my curb this weekend – I’d much rather get dirty.
Until next time, wish for better things than hose boxes and live, laugh, love xoxo
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