Busted — Here in the Bonny Glen

July 16, 2008 @ 7:33 am | Filed under: Family,These People Crack Me Up

Scott’s on the patio, and I hear him sputter.

“What’s up?” I ask.

“Oh, it’s just…your children,” he says.

My children. This oughta be good.

“What is it?” I ask, bracing myself.

“I don’t want to tell you,” he says, “because I screwed up.”

This is getting better and better.

“How?” I ask.

“Um. You know how you asked me to fix the spray-nozzle thingie on the hose?”

Oh, sure I remember that. I couldn’t get it screwed on right, and water kept squirting out at the connection and getting Jane or me all wet whenever we tried to water the plants. At last, in exasperation, I took the darn thing off and we’ve been watering with a thumb over the end of the hose, which isn’t much better. I am confident my hero hubby can screw the dang thing on properly so there’s no annoying squirtage.

Which is why I asked him to do it. [Date of request to be kept confidential so as not to incriminate my fabulous husband.]

So, yeah, I remember how I asked him to fix the spray-nozzle thingie on the hose.

“Why?” I ask him now, extremely curious to find out where this is going.

“Well. Um.”

“Yes?”

“It’s on the roof.”

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Amy says:

LOL!!
Posted on July 16th, 2008 at 8:30 am
Anna says:

Poor Scott. That sounds like something my husband would do, too.
Posted on July 16th, 2008 at 9:00 am
Sheila says:

Ha! I can relate – I’m having my own hose travails at the moment too. I set up a soaker hose, laid it all out nicely, then picked up the hose coupler only to see that I’d laid the darn thing backwards. I’d even threaded it very tidily through the strawberry shoots. Erg.
Posted on July 16th, 2008 at 11:46 am
Steph says:

*ROFL!*
Posted on July 16th, 2008 at 1:51 pm
patience says:

Lol
Posted on July 16th, 2008 at 5:52 pm
Beck says:

Yep, when my husband calls them MY kids, I always know something is up.
Posted on July 17th, 2008 at 4:43 pm
Laurajean says:

But wait, who got it up on the roof? Scott, or “your” kids? (Or were they being “his” kids??)
Posted on July 18th, 2008 at 8:22 am
Melissa Wiley says:

Oh, it was “his” kids, for sure. They sure as heck didn’t inherit their throwing arms from me.
Posted on July 18th, 2008 at 8:36 am

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