For the Love Of Deer…
Last week was our local festival and my hunter worked from about 5:00 a.m. until Midnight for 5 days leaving me home alone to tend to household chores. I know what your thinking and no I didn’t cut the grass. My friends from Meier’s Landscaping took care of that. Thanks guys! I didn’t weed whack, sweep the driveway, or sit proudly on my porch and admire my grass with a smile thinking my grass is the greenest in the neighborhood.
There are some things this girl just doesn’t do. However, I was in charge of watering the grass, flowers and garden.
We have an irrigation system and the timer unit is located downstairs. I’m really not sure why a timer was installed seeing that my hunter has the need to manually turn on each unit located outside. I think it has to do with his manly side of having the control to turn it on when he wants. I’ve never touched the unit until the other day.
It was 5:00 a.m. and my hunter quickly explained what I needed to do to work the unit from the outside. I was half asleep and needed coffee before I headed out to irrigation duty.
After 4 cups of coffee it registered – irrigation duty. I quickly sneaked out the back door in my pajamas to the right side of the house. I bent over and turned the first unit on and nothing. I tried the next unit. Nothing. I stood up straight thinking to myself – for the love of deer this is why I don’t do this outdoorsy stuff. It isn’t in my makeup. Makeup belongs on my face and this is his job not mine. I don’t care if girls can do what guys can, this girl doesn’t want to.
After a few attempts I was not a happy outdoorsy lawn maintenance girl. Frustration built as I squatted down for my final attempt and – RIPPPPP.
Yep, I ripped a big hole in the back of my pajama pants. As I quickly stood up and grabbed the back of my pajamas I turned around and wouldn’t you know there are the morning joggers and the bikers getting a free…
I’m now in hiding and I don’t care if his grass dies or not.
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Oh my god. That is hysterical. Do you think they actually got that good of a view?
I had that happen once when I worked in grocery store. Not fun, but definitely funny!
Oh Jody – I’m so sorry!
I wouldn’t care if his grass died either
it really is funny though…
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O.k. I just almost spit water on my computer screen. Warn me when you’re going to write something like that so I don’t take a drink while I’m reading.
That is hilarious. I know it probably wasn’t fun at the time, but I love the way you wrote about it.
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I would have loved to see that…miss prim and proper with her thong, granny panties or commando whatever the case maybe for all the joggers to see…
HILarious stuff Jody!
That is why I am glad I live a half mile away from almost all my neighbors. Even then, I don’t go outside unless I am fully dressed, unless it is dark. My reasoning being if I can see them in the yard, they can surely see me.
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CDGardens, thanks for reassuring me they saw me!
Ha! I don’t feel real proud to be laughing at your ordeal – but, hey, it IS funny!
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LOL!!!!!
I needed to read a story like that today, thank you!
LOL. I really hope you were wearing something under those PJs.
I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve gone outside in my robe in the morning to water and prayed that the neighbors were still in bed.
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Yes, truly hysterical! What’s Jer talking about….thong ?…uh….granny panties. ha ha
hahaha!!!!
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Maybe I will have to take a vote around here…granny panties, thong or commando?
Is this a vote on what you should wear or what you were wearing?
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