Some People Never Learn

For some of the people that have been following this blog a while (namely my husband & a few friends probably), there once was a time I blogged about my gladiolas. And my husband... and my husband killing them...

Well, let me just say this. Some stories NEVER end.

The day started out like any other day, yet ended tragically sad. I was in the kitchen and noticed a water bottle or two that needed disposed of. Therefore, I made the trek to the back yard to put it in our 'plastics' (ie recycle bin). But ya know, being the efficient sort of person that I am, I decided to empty the trash also and as the saying goes 'kill two birds with one stone.'

Easily impressed with myself, I walk out to the back yard with a trash sack in one hand and two plastic bottles in another. I sit the bottles down long enough to open the 1st bin's lid and then dispose of them and shut the lid. Since I now have a free hand, I open the 2nd bin to put the trash sack in, shut that lid also, and then turn around and go....

Uhhhh?? WAIT. Did I see something correctly? I reopen the bin's lid and see a gladiola, or rather what WAS one, laying on top of the garbage.

I shut the lid slowly. And stand there. And think...

SURELY my husband didn't just yank out the last two gladiolas I PURPOSELY left on the side of the house?? Maybe - just MAYBE - I saw wrong??

I reopen the lid yet again and see the stem of the gladiola laying there and the just the lid with a loud BANG and WTF??

So when husband comes home for lunch, I tell him I am concerned about something. Of course, he wants to know, but I insist that I have to show him. We walk to the side of the house and 3/4 of the way there, I can hear him say 'uhhh, I think I know what this might be about..."

And then we make it to the side of the house where I go, "do you know what is missing?'

Only to have him say, 'Damn that rabbit...."

Uh huhh...

Yeah, DAMN that oversized furry faced RABBIT my ....

Anywayy...

Moving on =)