Which is worse?

 Before……as I shared in this previous post….

Now!

I’m a farmer!

Salad anyone? It’s a little tiny right now but lookie…I think the little leaves are my mixed greens I planted……..You’re a cutie wootie yes you are…….

Anyone……what are the holes in my big leaves?

I don’t want my veggies sick!

Romeo said I needed beetle dust.

He then proceeded to ask….as if this was a normal evening conversation…….. if I had any “pantyhose” to strain the dust through.

Ummmmmmmmm………hmmmmmmm……………

I don’t know what disturbed me more……….

The fact that I had bugs in my garden and would need to get beetle dust……..

Or, that my vegetables may get sick……….

Or worse yet…….

The fact that Romeo thinks I would wear “pantyhose”.

Blogging family…..please know if I ever die.  I would like you all to peep down in the casket and please make sure my husband doesn’t bury me in sandal toed, control top, suntan, pantyhose.

I would seriously die……..if I wasn’t already dead.

I mean, yes, I did say in this past blog that these two were my farming heroes but pantyhose , is where it stops.

I had to wear “pantyhose” so much growing up in strict private schools…..because it apparently shielded our naked legs from boys wandering eyes. There were so many mornings spent nail polishing runs…..or running to a gas station on the way to school to grab a shiny Egg shaped container that held the protection of our lucious legs….it’s just that well……I refuse anymore. Black tights maybe….pantyhose…..no way.

So I am like the women of the 70’s that rebelled against wearing an “unmentionable” garment (which I do not support by the way because of the lack of support…hee hee) but I rebel against the thought of the binding, suntan colored leg coverings. I don’t even like the name…..”Panty-hose”…….ewwwwww.

Poor Romeo……he innocently just thought he would give me an idea of how to sift my beetle dust and didn’t realize it would bring up ONE more teeny tiny issue his wonderful wife has.

Lucky, lucky man.

And the fact that his precious, wonderful wife will then blog about it.
I mean ….how blessed can this sweet man be?

So……I had better come up with a differnt beetle dust sifting solution………any ideas?

And don’t forget my other teensy tiney other request…..

When I should die….because I’m sure Romeo will be curled up in a fetal position, sucking his thumb and crying because he will be so forlorn and wondering how he will ever live without me and all of my issues, that he may have forgotten my dying wish….. remember….please check and make sure I’m not buried in pantyhose.

That’s not a big request is it?

Hey! We will make it a trade. You check for pantyhose and I will promise you a bunch of fresh garden grown vegetables this summer.

Deal? That should be super fair!

Love,

Me

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