I like to maintain the illusion that I'm in control, that when I plan to utilize my weekend in a certain way, it will work out the way I want it to. Take this past weekend, for example. Saturday went pretty much as planned, and Sunday was going along pretty well, too. Then I heard my wife upstairs, wailing in pain...
The shed in our back yard, which houses all the yard/garden/outdoor stuff, now has a hive of guardian yellowjackets. Who needs a lock on your shed when even the keyholder can't get near the door?
Poor Kathy! She's so banged up from the fall she took, running away from the yellowjackets!
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Mom said you were going to pick up some yellowjacket-murdering equipment yesterday?
I was, but decided to wait until the forecast says that rain won't be washing the agent yellow away as soon as I spray it.
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