before you go all
red-faced and think that this safe word
has something to do with
let me assure you
It Does Not!
several weeks prior to the fair,
after I had mowed
more hours than I care to admit
at the fairgrounds,
that we can't even talk about it
my fair manager husband in any way that I could...
I asked him one evening to weed eat at our house
before he went to the fairgrounds to work
for the fourth night that week.
A twenty minute job
while I did the mowing
(not a twenty minute job)
When he replied,
"I don't have time."
everything around here went on a quick downward spiral
I swear steam came out of my ears.
When I am too mad to yell and rant and rave...
I am too mad.
It was the fire in my eyes...
the purple face,
the shaking hands (or fists),
he went to the fairgrounds
did the trimming.
Later that evening,
when the anger had simmered down
we decided that we should have a safe word.
A word that will diffuse the situation,
a word that means...
"when you hear this, you should stop and think
of your actions and priorities
lest your happy home
The word is
And one year later...
it has reappeared.
This sewing machine had sat in the family room since one day
after my surgery.
JWS had been at the auction and bought it for me.
However, I had asked nicely for it to be carried up
to my sewing room.
I carried it up myself.
And the picture at the top...
The hose broke
yes, it was my fault.
I left it on,
$50 worth of water
It was during
some rain and flooding so no one noticed for awhile.
It needs fixed.
I went to buy the stuff the other day.
JWS said he had it everything he needed and would fix it.
He left on a fishing trip
So, today I will attempt the fix.
ZEBRA! ZEBRA! ZEBRA!