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Monday, Jun. 14, 2004 - 2:35 P.M.
Evil Gnomes
It's been a bitch trying to get any planting done this year. I managed to get this bed done early, before all of the monsoons. Good grief! We have rain every day. Then, of course, the sun comes out and it gets all sticky and humid, and the beds are so wet I can't do anything with them. I've lost a whole flat of snapdragons waiting to be able to plant the last bed. DAMMIT!
I think my gnomes are laughing at me. I do. Daughter hates them, thinks they are evil. I'm beginning to see things her way. For one thing, they move. I position them the way I want them, and by the next day, they just aren't quite the way I left them. Sometimes, I find one has jumped into the waterfall. I also think they are messing with the flowers, just to torture me. Last year my moss roses came back beautifully. This year? Nothing. Oh, the extras I had from last year that I threw into a flower pot have all come up think and healthy and colorful, but not ONE sing moss rose is by the pond, where last year it was covered.
I guess I can't blame them for feeling the way they do about me. I mean, I've undoubtedly been down on myself again. Then there's the things that have happened in front of them that never should have. Like bending over and splitting my pants. I know I heard massive muted snickering that time. Then there was the surprise fart that blasted out through the hole I ripped in my pants. For the records, the hole came first, BEFORE the fart!
I guess my all time embarrassment in front of the gnomes was on a wet day when I decided to plant in spite of the downpour. I was up to my knees and elbows in mud. Cold, wet, tired, frustrated. Nothing was really going right. And then it happened. I sneezed....
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and wet my pants.
Not a droplet, not a trickle. I freaking WET my pants.
I'm so glad I didn't have a gun. I just threw in the towel and went in.
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