A while back, I wrote a post about the bathtub breaking me. For some reason, my handsome, hardworking, artistic husband decided to raid the century-old family company’s land holdings and…decorate our back yard. We live in a normal subdivision, and he put scales, windmills, and a freakishly heavy cast iron tub.
I know how heavy it is because I tried to freakin move it out of there. While I appreciate creative gardeners who plant flowers in such items as tubs, toilets, and bedsprings…I am not one of those gardeners. I planted tulips about ten years ago and am happy each spring when they pop up. It’s a war between me and the local deer with those tulips as the spoils, but that’s a post for another day. (The bathtub is still there, BTW).
Today, I’d like to show you what was outside my front window when I returned from a conference. How much do you think it costs to park in my driveway? I’ve been asked by friends, and all I can do is shake my head.
Big Tone has assured me that it’s moving somewhere else, but just between you and me, I don’t think he has a plan. I think it amuses the heck out of him that it’s right there. Why, you ask? I have no freakin clue.
For now, he’s chuckling, and I’m digging for quarters to park in my own driveway. Good thing I love the man. 🙂