Sugar-Bush-It-Old-School: Step Two
Waste over an hour of precious daylight getting angrier and angrier with yourself. Repeatedly shout-think, "WHERE ARE THE STINKIN' SPILES I USED LAST YEAR? I AM SUCH AN IDIOT!!!"
Hunt everywhere in vain. (Don't forget to look in the wellhouse. Three times.)
When you finally resort to stand-ins gathering dust in the top floor of the chicken coop, take a picture of your proud daughter holding them...because she asks you to.
Oh. And sanitize them. Scrub them.
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