Disappearing Heirloom Green Bean Plants ~ Hubby In The Dog House

Yesterday I made a shocking discovery.  I was out picking tomatoes, and saw (eyes popping open, then squinting in anger) none other than mower wheel tracks.  Right there smack next to the corn, and in between the broccoli.  

I wish I took pictures then, because it rained last night . The tracks are gone, but I found out hubby lied.  The shock.  The horror!  My heirloom green plants. Gone.

This morning we had a conversation about the missing green bean plants.  They were not just green beans, but heirloom.

"So, do you remember those missing green bean plants?" I asked him.  My 12 year-old daughter was in present company.

"Well, your Dad mowed them over and told me he didn't know what happened to them," I said to my daughter.

"Aww!  Daaaaaaaaad!" she replies giggling.

"Well, what do you expect when you see a crazy woman with shovels in both her hands, waving them at me from the garden.  She was screaming, 'What happened to my bean plant?' and looking pretty mad," said my husband.

My daughter busted out laughing and replied, "I know!  She came in the house all freaked out and screaming (more giggling followed by rolling laughter)."

Yes folks, my husband was trying to chase the chickens out of the tomatoes.  And with the lawn mower.  Right over my heirloom green beans.


It wasn't a rabbit, or deer, or ground hog.  It was my husband, who won't ever do that again.

Our $2.00 Vacuum Cleaner

While I'm sitting here, waiting for the drill battery to charge, and my hubby to get back, I'll share another "funny" with you.

My husband bought us a sweeper at a garage sale for $2.00.  The problem with it, was that the power button would not work.

We took that thing apart, and had a horrible time figuring it out.  I told him how Mary Jane Butters once took a sweeper apart (I think I read it in a magazine maybe), and when she put it back together it worked.

It was when the weather was badly hot, and you know how grouchy two people get at the end of a work day when it's that hot.

Well, every time he could not get the problem solved, he'd hand me the sweeper and say, "okay Mary Jane Butters, you fix it!"  Ha ha ha ha!

We did get it fixed and it works great!  And it's bagless, so no more sweeper bags.  Yay!

The kids heard him and they started laughing.