Busted

July 16, 2008 @ 7:33 am | Filed under: ,

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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  1. Amy says:

    LOL!! 🙂

  2. Anna says:

    Poor Scott. That sounds like something my husband would do, too.

  3. 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.

  4. Steph says:

    *ROFL!*

  5. patience says:

    Lol 😉

  6. Beck says:

    Yep, when my husband calls them MY kids, I always know something is up.

  7. Laurajean says:

    But wait, who got it up on the roof? Scott, or “your” kids? (Or were they being “his” kids??)

  8. Melissa Wiley says:

    Oh, it was “his” kids, for sure. They sure as heck didn’t inherit their throwing arms from me. 🙂

  9. Rose says:

    How did it get on the roof anyway? Was it one of the ones I’ve had to toss up there because of Rilla and Huck? (Gives you an innocent smile, pointing angelicly at the halo above her head!) 🙂