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the mean table that shackled me
Originally uploaded by kahl4.

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Today I discovered was the first of seven in a row, at work, where the past three I have worked have been nothing but people upgrading and bitching. Up to an hours wait just to see a rep, then another two hours to get your phone back, then we may have to order you another one which you will have to return to get in 3 to 5 business days and possibly wait another hour to pick it up. Six more days in a row, yeah, that will be fun.

So, with my day off yesterday I went back to the garden store (I love the 1/2 price time of year) and bought six everblooming gardenias to surround the pool. I stopped by the grocery store and bought dinner fixins, it was all very domestic. Larry & I ran to walmart to get pots for the gardenias and by the time we got home it was too dark to plant them. We did put the pots in the pool to soak overnight and watched the cool alka seltzer like effect they made. Yeah, we're definitely getting old LOL No worries, I'll do it today, after work.

This is what I am looking forward to all day. I get home, warm up the left over sketti, read my blogs and go outside to plant. I go outside, plop down outside of the sprinklers reach and begin planting. I love planting, I love shopping for them, smelling them and planting them. What I don't like is weeding them, cutting them and maintaining them. But the planting part, I got that down!

OK, I'm down on the ground planting away, very happy. Larry walks out still in his dress clothes and decides to work on the pool pet (that little thing that sweeps around the pool that bella chases every time it comes on) He pools it out and sets it on the side of the pool. Now, here's where you really have to try and see this as I type. The pool pet is powered by some source of water I've never quite figured out and when it is out of the water, water pours out of it. So, there I am at the bottom of the slope, there's the pool pet at the top. It starts to slowly trickle down, to me ... and the potting soil. It's an impromptu wet tee shirt contest.

Now, my shorts are soaking wet, my hands are muddy from the soil and the dogs keep thinking with each scoop of dirt it is food. OK, I finish potting and putting. I decide to hang up some wet towels and pick up some chewed up something or another. A semi cleaning mood has struck. (now, here is the really good part)

We had (notice I say had as in past tense) a really nice table set out there. Our umbrella was old and torn so we bought a new one, aluminum, no holes to be kept in. Hannah left it open and on one of those quick incoming storms, it blew over, with the table and broke the glass. Larry had to buy a shop vac to get all the glass up.

Well, I'm tired of looking at an empty table, so, I decide I am going to throw it over the fence for trash. I pick it up, hmmm, it's really light, walk over to the fence, throw it over and somehow it drops down on my hands, on the other side of the fence. Here's the picture, two arms over the fence and a no glass patio table hanging off of them on the other side. I scream, HELP!!!! Larry runs over and lifts the table off my arms. He starts to laugh at me, why do you always get yourself into these messes? He's walking away and in this tiny little voice says "help me, I'm stuck in the backyard stockade" It was priceless.

My arms will have bruises tomorrow that look like shackles. That ought to be fun to explain, "well you see what had happened was ...."

In any case, no permanent damage done, but the gardenias look good ;)