The rest of the peony story...

…which is not nearly as poetically tragic.

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Lori was beautiful and adventurous and funny. But she was also the “tough chick” type…as in, don’t screw around with me…ever!

A lot of the other Mom’s from the baseball team were afraid of Lori but she and I became good friends which was great for rescuing peonies but we also used to spend hours when the kids were at school in her 4 wheel-drive pick-up exploring old fallen down barns and houses. She was my favorite partner for this. The buildings had usually been stripped long ago of anything valuable but we were forever carting home rusty farm tools and foundation stones to both of our husband’s great dismay.

We saw each other at the game the Saturday after the peony destruction and she told me “that damned Doug, I am going to make him pay for this!” and I didn’t doubt it for a second. If I was Doug I would have been very, very afraid! I think being married to such a tough chick he didn’t take my glaring to heart very much. But glare I did!

So a few weeks go by and Lori calls me and says “come quick, come quick! You have to see this,” and she gave an evil cackle.

I jumped in the car and took the quick ride out to the farmhouse and there was Doug, sitting on the roof, swearing up a storm with a big, tall ladder reaching up to where he is sitting.

Lori is nowhere to be seen.

I knock at the door and she shouts, “come in Jen!” so I do.

And there she is sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and reading a magazine.

“Lori, what are you doing? Doug is stuck on the roof!” I say.

She gets this smug look on her face and says “Do you want coffee? I know he's up there AND he’s staying up there for awhile AND he’s afraid of heights so he can’t come down the ladder unless I hold it AND I told you I would pay him back for plowing that field under!”

“Ummmm…. OK,” I say.

She keeps giggling and drinking her coffee.

Then all of the sudden she busts out laughing and says “he got up there to fix some roof tiles using the Cherry Picker and when he moved to the other side of the roof I moved the Cherry Picker and now he can’t get down because I won't hold the ladder.” Did I tell you she was a tough chick? Oh yea.

I'm thinking this could be dangerous situation to be in the middle of so I tell her I have to get home because the kids are coming back from school and she gives me a big hug and continues to giggle.

I go outside and Doug is just sitting there screaming and he yells, “Go get my stupid f#$%cking wife! Tell her to get the f#$%cking Cherry Picker! And I’m not sorry about your stupid f#$%cking flowers! At least hold the f#$%cking ladder so I can get down!” But I just got in my car and drove home to water my peonies!

It made me crack-up to see big old muscle builder Doug sitting on the roof crying for his Momma.

OK, and yes I am a flower protection militant.

So there.

Sigh.

If you missed the original peony story just click here to read it!