Sunday, August 14, 2011
I have to give Jeff all the credit for the witty title. This morning I was chopping down the fireant hill and the clump of weeds at the base of the lamp post welcoming one to the front walk. Well, I was chopping until the wooden handle of my hoe broke! I left it in the front yard while I went to retrieve a replacement. Jeff happened upon my carnage and snapped a photo; he shared with me the first thought that popped into his mind when he saw it: hoedown!
(I find him very, very funny, just in case anyone was wondering. It's often in the inflection or deadpan delivery, so don't think it's just you if some if it doesn't translate in blogged text.)