Or Why Beloved Husband Should Stay Out of My Potting Shed
It was a bustling morning yesterday with BH getting ready to fire up the “dress truck” for a drive down to North Carolina for a customer visit.
The Dress Truck, you ask? Well, yes. Anybody who lives in the country has to have at least one truck. It’s part of the by-laws, I think. We have our good old beater truck that has worked very hard for us and certainly looks the part. But BH also has a beautiful truck that he uses to haul the camper and as his preferred mode of transportation. It’s one of those king cab Ford trucks that cause good ol’ boys to walk up and say some variation on “Nice truck, bud.” Happens ALL the time. And BH does his best to take very good care of it.
That’s where the trouble started. Often after hauling our two Westie boys around, the truck has that doggie smell which he does his best to eradicate with various sprays. And since he was taking a salesperson with him on the drive, he thought he would give it a good spritz beforehand.
Can you guess where I’m going here?
Suddenly the back door bursts open.
BH: What the %$&* do you have in the Febreze bottle?
Me: What Febreze bottle?
BH: The one in the potting shed.
Me: Are you kidding me? DEER REPELLENT!!!!
Yup, he sprayed down his entire truck with the hideously reeking Liquid Fence concoction I use to save my day lilies.
I am then informed I really should label things. Really? I know what is what. He is promptly informed he needs to stay out of my potting shed.
And is it too wicked of me that I find this funny? BH is starting to have a sense of humor about it now that the reeking floor rugs have been power washed. And I will start labeling things even though I am certain the rose spray is in the Fantastic bottle and the insect repellent in the Windex. Or wait….is it the other way around? Yup, definitely going to start labeling.
And speaking of potting shed……it’s as finished as it ever will be at this point, so I’ll post some pictures soon.
Thanks for reading,