Garden 11 Apr 2006 12:06 am
scenes of domestic bliss
Josh made us a couple of baked potatoes today. He split mine open and said, “I’ll let you top your potato yourself.”
So I shouted, “Lick my boots!” at the potato.
“What?” exclaimed Josh. “What?” Poor Josh.
“I’m potato-positive,” I explained.
“Who are you and what have you done with my wife?” Oh, pshaw. Like I’m not saying unintelligible things all the darn time.
In other potato news, our seed potatoes arrived from Territorial Seed today, well in advance of my getting the bed ready. (Damn, I’m wildly disorganized lately. I thought they were coming in a couple of weeks.) I’ve been spending my garden time working on putting down cardboard and bark to make a weed-free path in the side yard.
One of these days, I swear, I will get this house and garden under a minimum of control. It drives me crazy that I can’t keep up, and my new extra-insane workout schedule isn’t helping me any. I’m very much on the razor’s edge of overdoing it right now. I’m starting to make a lot of slipups and screwups. But slowly, slowly I’m making some progress on the things that will last, and everything else will have to go hang for a while.
on 11 Apr 2006 at 12:41 am 1.Josh said …
Hey, I was only confused by the potato domination for about five seconds. I got the joke. Eventually.
on 11 Apr 2006 at 9:54 am 2.Savannah said …
That was hilarious.
on 11 Apr 2006 at 10:34 am 3.Joel said …
LOL. My chest hurts from laughing.
on 11 Apr 2006 at 5:06 pm 4.Anonymous said …
HA! You’re lucky (and so is T’s keyboard) that I’m not currently drinking anything….