In other exciting news, we have attacked the front hedge. Yes, the hedge that I so adroitly trimmed the other day. There is scary talk of fountains.
Did I just say that? For your amusement pleasure, John wants to put a fountain in the front of the house. Sure, this after we renew our wedding vows and I used up any chance that we weren't in our right minds 21 years ago.
As if I wasn't already long-suffering with the dog....
I think he does this to torture me so that he can get what he really wants. It's like the teenager who tells his parents he's getting a tattoo, so that when he comes home with his nose pierced, they are relieved. He just bought a truck, what else could he want? Oh no! I think he really wants a fountain!!!
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