Vacation, Day 1

This day ultimately sucks, but only on a scale of okay to great, okay being the most painful.  What I'm trying to say is that this day only sucks compared to most of my days.  Especially since we were supposed to be visiting the zoo today.  Instead, the Jeep is in the shop and we are NOT at the zoo.  The mechanic has figured out the problem (yay!) and it is expensive (boo!).  It is actually already fixed, but Kenny is at work and I don't feel like walking thirteen miles with two kids in hundred-degree weather, so it will just have to wait until tomorrow morning.  THEN the zoo!  Yaaay!!

After nearly ten years of marriage, I decided today that I would do something nice for Kenny without him asking (yes, this is the first time).  He has recently been staring for long periods of time at the massive weeds growing around our house, sheds and gardens with a certain ache in his eyes. 

I pulled the drop cords out of the closet and headed outside to retrieve the weedeater.  Is it weedeater or weed eater?  We'll go with weedeater.  Anyway, about five weeds in, I noticed that the eater was no longer cutting.  I shut it off and flipped it over to pull out the line.  But there was no line.  All gone.  Shiiiiit. 

Defeated. 

I headed back toward the house with my head hung low, but then **idea!!** I remembered the handheld weed-cutting thing.  I'm sure it has a name but I know not what it is.  I shifted from the house toward the shed and found it in record time. 

Bent over in an uncomfortable position, I worked my way around the shed, then the garden, then the other shed, then the other garden, then the house.  It took over an hour and I am not lying when I say that I am still, at this very moment, stuck in that hunched-over position.  Now I know what happened to Lurch on The Addams Family.

As I had made  my way around the entire house, I entered the house through the front door.  On the built-in bench on our front porch, something  blue caught my eye.  LINE for the weedeater.  And once I thought about it, I did find the weedeater sitting right next to that very bench.  Curse my blindness! 

Aw, who cares?  I get to go to the ZOO tomorrow!!!