The Coach brought home a hoe on Friday night.
I am fuming mad that he took so long to do it. If he really cared about me, he would have brought the hoe home sooner.
See this mess??? I needed a HOE.
I deserved a hoe. Or two.
I have been weeding my garden for over 3 weeks…ON MY HANDS AND KNEES. Pulling each individual *&^%$#@%&*(&^% weed.
And THEN, and THEN he tells me I could use a weed hoe.
And really…after all this time, he says it SO NONCHALANTLY. Like it is a condiment on his sammich. You know…an afterthought. geeze.
I heart my new hoe. I did not even know you existed.
It works like a dream. A hoe wonderful dream.
“Tomatoes, eggplants, red peppers and broccoli~oh my.”
Have you hoed lately?
I am wondering about what other sorts of new helpful objects I am missing out on…my fingers are sore and bloody….is there a gadget to open wine bottles yet?
If you need me, I will be in the garden, hugging my sweet hoe.