Heaven knows I've been whining about it. A lot.
Today I'm not going to whine, though.
I'm not going to sniffle and moan because my washing machine won't put fabric softener into the rinse cycle automatically. (btw, every Walmart seems to be sold out of the Downy balls in our geographical area for some reason...)
I feel all shallow I complained about that at all.
So...to make it up to you I'll tell you a funny story about Mr. Jenny.
He'll be happy that I shared this story with you. I'm certain of it.
The house that we moved into has these high ledge things that I think you're supposed to decorate.
We decorated one last weekend and this weekend I decided we should decorate another one.
So I said to Mr. Jenny, "Do you think it would look good if I lined up all my crocks on the ledge thing above the couch in the family room?"
He gave me an odd look and replied, "Ummm...yeah, that would look pretty cute I guess."
I quizzed him more on the matter.
"Well, I don't want it to look too country and I don't want it to look too precious so I was thinking if I lined them up and spaced them evenly they would look a bit more sculptural. What do you think?"
He gave me another odd look and said, "Yeah, ummm... I think that would look ... ummm... really cute."
Today when our son and his wife came over with the Grandlittles to help finish unloading the Pod, I asked my son to help me with my decorating plan. He's really, really tall and the ledge things are pretty high up.
"Can you help me line up the crocks evenly on that ledge thing?"
He agreed and I asked Mr. Jenny to help carry all the crocks out to the family room.
Mr. Jenny went out to the garage instead of the dining area where I had lined them all up against the wall.
Obviously, he didn't want to help with the whole decorating idea.
My son came up with the brilliant idea to put Little Miss Mo high up on the ledge to help. I freaked out. Mo freaked out. My son took Miss Mo down and went out to get a ladder.
I carried crocks out the living room.
Finally, finally Mr. Jenny came back in from the garage.
"I'm sorry it took me so long but I had to look for all of them?"
"All of what?" I asked, "The crocks were all in the dining area. You helped me put them there, remember?"
Mr. Jenny looked sheepish.
And then he held out a cardboard box to me...
Filled with crocs.
All of our crocs...his...mine...the Grandlittles.
"Crocs? You thought I was going to line crocs up on the ledge up there? Really?"
"Well," he replied, "I thought it was going to be kind of weird but..."
And walked away.
My son threw a few crocs up with the crocks and we all had a big laugh over Mr. Jenny's misunderstanding.
I wonder how he thought we were going to wear our shoes if we put them on the ledge thing?
But I'm still laughing over this!
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