Monday, June 28, 2010

Massacre




There was a massacre at my house this morning. We have knock out roses in the front of our house. I massacred them. But only half of them. And then there were flying bugs...and a big mess...and it was really hot...and my wrists hurt from the vibrations of the cutter. The whole operation seemed a little shady, if you ask me. I felt like I needed goggles. And a pith helmet. And perhaps some sort of head to toe netting. This was the conversation about this particular task....

Me: Chris, I think I can trim the bushes. That can be my thing on the list.
Chris: Are you sure?
Me: Yes. Absolutely. I think I'll be good at it. (I mean, really, you have to have a spark of creativity when it comes to bushes, and I have creativity.)
Chris: Can you operate the machine?
Me: Do I get to wear gloves and goggles?
Chris: No.
Me: Oh. Well, yeah, I can operate the machine. *and then I made a chopping motion with my hands*
Chris: You know its electric, don't you?
Me: *eyebrows raised* Really? We have electric trimmers?
Chris: Yes. They are electric. With a cord. Which also means that you have to make sure that you don't cut the cord. You'll electrocute yourself.
Me: *scoffs* I won't electrocute myself. *roll eyes*
Chris: This isn't going to be one of those things that you do and then I have to go back and fix it, is it?
Me: *appalled* Noooooooooo. I can totally trim the bushes. *completely annoyed*

So, I went out there and gave it my all. I was so sweat. (That's how the girls used to say they were hot and sweaty when they were little.) So, very, very sweat. And I had no clue what I was doing. I thought I might be able to trim little Disney characters (perhaps the dwarfs) in the bushes, but I was wrong. And then I went with the mentality that it had to be done and it couldn't look any worse than it already did. I was wrong about that too. So I turned in my electric trimmer and asked for a refund.

And then Chris reminded me of the above conversation and told me that I had to at least pick up all the trimmings...and that he couldn't "fix my mess" until Wednesday. Today he's busy cleaning the garage and tomorrow he is painting Q's room. The bushes will be Wednesday.

I will be sitting inside, where its cool, doing what I know how to do....read my book, blog, and make a few new pieces of jewelry.

And until then, we will look like those neighbors. You know, the ones that have no idea how to take care of anything except the grass, with crappy bushes and a pile of trimmings.


***and just for the record...these are the after pictures...the roses were a good foot and a half taller.

1 comment:

sharonp said...

I cut the cord with our trimmer. The sparks were pretty impressive.