As Steve walked by me the other night, I said, “Do you know what we’re going to have to do soon?”
“What?”
“We’re going to have to go to Paul’s Discount and get a bunch of dirt,” I said.
There was resounding silence as Steve fled into another room.
“Aren’t you excited?” I yelled after him.
He walked back into the living room. “I’m going to plead the Fifth,” he said. “I don’t want to convict myself yet.”
on Mar 21st, 2007 at 7:07 pm
I love going to the mulch store and getting some new top soil in the spring!
on Mar 22nd, 2007 at 10:34 am
i did not “flee” the room. i was not running like a little girl scared by a big bear. i was simply going about my routine. I AM NOT THREATENED BY GARDENING.
Doth I protest too much?
on Mar 22nd, 2007 at 2:07 pm
Sounds great! I suggest taking a different vehicle or buying fewer bags this time. Last time was a pretty funny story.
Good luck!
on Mar 22nd, 2007 at 5:53 pm
Carol, you have a mulch store? Interesting…
Steve, yes, thou dost protest too much.
Marc, I think we’ve got a better idea of how many bags Red Thunder will hold…hopefully our memories are good!