So every time the neighbor's wife drives him crazy, he talks my husband into disc golfing. That's about as hard as talking an addict into doing something 1 more time. His wife drives him crazy on a regular basis. Knowing the woman.. I can say a bakery or dandruff convention is less flaky than she is.
He has now put himself in jeopardy of WOA (wrath of Anne). I need to get out... I NEED OUT NOW!! I need a change of scenery. Bali... Bali sounds good. Mellow people... no ching ching ching of freakin' disc golf baskets to be heard. Gimme a hand of bananas.. being attacked by the monkeys in Ubud might just be the diversion I need right now.
My husband was supposed to fence up one of my gardens this weekend. Actually it was supposed to have been done a few weekends ago, and he promised this weekend, but the neighbor called... I figured yesterday, no biggie... he will do it Sunday. He played poker until the wee hours of the night, so I let him sleep in until 11am.
Well.. the dog pranced through the garden trying to protect us from the fence dwellers... and destroyed my cold crops.
Now, gardening in CO is not like say... almost anywhere else. Arid, super sweet soil, even the water clinks coming out of the tap. So when you compost like mad, and amend the soil religiously, one watering because of a dry spell and the ph just goes to crap. I would have an easier time making ice cubes in hell.
So as I kiss another crop goodbye and resign myself to having just warm weather crops to look forward to, along with the inevitable hail storms that will pummel the crap out of them...
Meanwhile I am breaking out the blender. Electric lemonade sounds really good about now.
Must... not... comment... on... facebook. I really would love to leave her a comment like "WTH woman! Every time you drive your husband nuts and make him feel the need to get the heck away from you, he drags my husband out because he needs a buddy. Which so far is almost every day."
I swear... the man is like a teenage girl going to the bathroom... someone is coming with because going alone is not an option.
So when he finally wanders home... WOA may be in full force. I may just spell it out as to why I am pissed... puppets may even be involved so as to completely get my rage. Or... I may just make him guess repeatedly.
In another lifetime I would have gone shopping for outfits for the spontaneous trip I desperately need to take.
I wonder what would be needed to get citizenship in Bali. Or maybe Palau...