What We Have Here. . .

Do any of you ever have that problem with your hubby? I'm not complaining about my Sugar. He's beyond good to me. He works far harder around this house than any man should ever work. Heaven knows he puts up with me and for that I know he's a saint. We're just not exactly communicating about the house and yard stuff very well right now.

For example, as y'all know, we've opened the pool up. We had to put lots of stuff in it a couple of weeks ago, including 16 bags of salt. Well. . . he thought I had turned the mineral system on. I assumed he had turned it on. Neither of us turned it on. Yesterday the pool looked like something the Loch Ness Monster would be swimming in.

I need the water hose. He needs the water hose. When I need it, it's waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay in the backyard at the garden. I'm sure when he needs it, it's waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay in the front yard. We have more than one hose, but only one faucet on that side of the house.

The front porch needed a washing this morning. I had a hose, but no sprayer. Couldn't find it. Anywhere. I have no clue where he used it. Probably waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay out in the garden. I'm going today and buy a his and hers sprayer. I guess my mama didn't teach me to share very well.

The list goes on and on. It's not complaints, mind you. I would never do that. I'm just saying that what we have here is a good, old-fashioned failure to communicate.

Till tomorrow, Happy Tuesday!