Sunday, August 5, 2007

Rumors

For a while now, I have been told by my "better half" that I am high maintenance. I have no idea what he is talking about...absolutely NO IDEA.

Just as recently as yesterday afternoon, I heard him once again utter those words..."yep, you're definitely high maintenance."

I was in the pool yesterday afternoon, hosing off the concrete deck, using the net to remove the little debris that had found it's way into the water, and then I was getting ready to hook up the Shark sweeper to the what-cha-ma-call-it where the water gets sucked into the filter system.

I noticed something in the what-cha-ma-call-it, that vaguely looked like it might have been a living creature at one time or another and I did what ANY WOMAN WOULD HAVE DONE.

I called for my husband.

He was in the house.

With all the doors and windows closed because the air conditioning was on.

No response.

I whistled. (When my kids were young and would be playing in the neighborhood at our old house, I taught them that hearing me whistle meant that you needed to check in with me immediately.)

No response.

I yelled for Ted again.

Still no response.

I whistled again.

Still no response.

I pondered my options...I really didn't want to get out because I had more to do in the pool and didn't want to go through the hassle of getting out, drying off, going in the house, finding Ted, etc.

While I was pondering, I heard the door open and out he came, saying, "What do you want now?"

I said, as I pointed, "There's something in there."

He went over and looked and started to laugh and pulled out a wee little toad. Unfortunately it was no longer alive. But he got it out of the pool thingy...and as he walked away, he was heard muttering, "yep, you're definitely high maintenance."

Thank you very much dear...gotta keep my reputation in tact.

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