What's that? Who did this dirty job for me? Oh, it was my hulky five year son. All it took was two magical words.
Cow poop. And he was begging to do the job.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Mystical powers of manure
This afternoon I had 50 pounds of fertilizer in the back of my jeep. It was carried the long way around the house from the garage to the back corner of the yard where I am about to attempt to plant my very first Arizona garden. It is 105 outside and I wasn't about to get my hair sweaty.
What's that? Who did this dirty job for me? Oh, it was my hulky five year son. All it took was two magical words.
Cow poop. And he was begging to do the job.
What's that? Who did this dirty job for me? Oh, it was my hulky five year son. All it took was two magical words.
Cow poop. And he was begging to do the job.
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i was thinking the two magic words would be tootsie pops or bubble gum or fruit snacks or ice pops... cow poop hah? i'll remember that.
What a man! And what a woman! Cheers to the power of persuasion!
Today it feels absolutely miserable outside with the humidity! I'll be curious to hear how your garden turns out.
What a stud. But then, I knew that pre-manure. ;)
It's great to have a man around, isn't it?
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