Mother and I ran by the garden center while we were running errands today, as any right-thinking person would. As I was strolling about, measuring the beauty of the flowers against the high cost of divorce, should I purchase any more this month, a miracle occurred. One of the vendors walked up to me and asked if I liked flowers. She cut me off before I really got started. She lived at ——Jones Street. She’d collected so many flowers she couldn’t take care of them. They were all in her yard and on her porch. Go by and get all I wanted.
“Is this a joke? What if your neighbors see me loading flowers and call the police”
“Oh, that’s no problem. Just take a picture of me and show it to them if they say anything, or tell them to call me. It will be fine.” That sounded reasonable. I snapped her picture making the peace sign and sped to _______Jones Street. The neighbors were on their doorstep watching us, probably wondering why they hadn’t been offered anything. I showed them the lady’s picture, telling them she said we could have her plants. They looked suspicious, but didn’t yell at us. The plants were gorgeous. She’d even started a couple of nice pineapples. I was thrilled to get them when I noticed we were on ______Patterson Street. We put all the plants back, explained to the neighbors, and took off.
We never did find ________Jones Street, but at least we haven’t been arrested, yet. I’ll bet that woman in the garden center is still laughing.
Nutsrok 
I have no common sense when it comes to buying flowers. You had me on this one.
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I have no sense whatsoever. I could easily fill up my truck every time I went to the garden center! Bill be damned!
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We are alike. I wish I knew where to purchase the same number of assorted holes as I do plants. This 95+ heat with 98+ humidity is not my friend but I still must garden!
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My sister taught me a great trick. I dig with a post hole digger. Have you tried that. Takes out so much of the work!
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I have a post hole digger but have never used it. I’m not sure why Tom purchased it. I’ll have to give it a whirl. I remember the post hole diggers of old. As a child, growing up on a large Angus Cattle Ranch, I watched my father and brothers dig many a fence post hole with a post hole digger and then string the barb-wire. Of course that was replaced with the digger that became an attachment to the tractor.
Then the wooden post became replaced by the metal and now everything is all security specialized. I say there’s nothing like a good cow pony to herd cattle thieves into a corner and hold them until the law comes! Tis a sight to see.
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need to post that one.
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Going to get that post hole digger out. I’m also homesick for rows upon rows of wooden fences. Maybe if Tom feels up to it when he wakes up, we’ll go for a Sunday drive in the country.
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Hope you can.
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This is deadly funny. What if the owner had been home in the back yard, or napping, and woken up?
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Well, I might have still been picking pellets out of my behind.
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Ha Ha! Trust you to get mixed up in something like this! :-)
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You know it!
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I picked my mom up from the airport once (she works there) and she hoped into the wrong car. It wasn’t even a car that looked remotely like mine, or had a driver that looked remotely like me. Both of them yelped, I beeped/waved, and she jumped out and got into mine. She barely had the door shut when she said “we need to leave this area immediately”. Ha ha
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I pinched th wrong man’ tut once.
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Funny story. I’ll bet the neighborhood watch was on high alert.
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They were buzzing!
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OMG! I love it! That is hilarious! We’ll probably see a photo of you on Crime Stoppers because of this! :) lol!
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No doubt. The neighbors wouldn’t really talk to us, but they were really watching, and writing!
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lol! :)
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We looked shifty
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Hahahaha…. I cannot believe this. That’s too funny!!! And everybody joined in the game. Too funny!!!
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So glad I’m not calling for bail!
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Haha!!! That would have been unfair since it was a big misunderstanding…lol
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Wonder if I could have talked my way out?
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Things like this can only happen to you, Linda. ☺ So glad you blog !!
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Couldn’t wait to get home to tell on myself.
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LOL…that could have been awkward….lol!
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Bet the neighbors couldn’t wait to tell that story.
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Meantime, on Jones Street….”What happened to that nice lady who was coming for these plants??” LOL
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I wonder.
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Omg! I bet that woman is still laughing. Wow
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Could be.
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Lol!
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That’s hysterical. Last year some random guy walked onto my verandah with his tool belt and started poking around and pushing on the posts. I was watching him from the living room thinking how to address it when he got on his phone and started yammering to his buddy about all the work he thought the porch needed. He’d wanted to be on WEST Church Street and not EAST.
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Did he fix you right up?
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Sadly, no, but I spent the rest of the summer slaving away fixing it! It’s an old Victorian cottage that I gutted and renovated, so the insides now look great, but although the outside has nice woodwork, several of the porch posts need to be replaced and it will take getting several custom-made or special-ordered – someday…..
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That’s going to be wonderful.
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