When I went outside on Sunday to take the picture of Emme in the cat cage, I happened to look down and see a giant thistle.
Dang it.
I hate yardwork. I especially hate yardwork that involves dangerous prickly things. I thought about ignoring the thistle and hoping a donkey would come along and eat it, but no, I dug it up. I was actually on the phone with my parents at the time and mom suggested pouring a lot of water on it first. Fortunately God dumped five inches on Seward last Sunday, so it came up nice & easy.
Zoinks. I didn’t know what to do, so I bagged it up, bludgeoned it with a baseball bat, and threw it in the trash.
Just kidding about the bat. It was a piece of pipe.