The Sod Man Cometh
I like to do home projects, I just do. However, what I don’t like is probing accusatory questions from the Trophy Husband, such as, “Did you bite off more than you can chew this time? How much was your copay at the emergency room?” You know, stuff like that.
Don’t tell him, but…this time I did bite off more than I can chew.
I was feeling froggy last week, all a twitter about spring. I was going here, and there, and everywhere, choosing colorful annuals to punctuate my garden.
I went a little nuts and bought two pallets of sod. (That’s 900 sqare feet.) I was picturing my little toes in the luscious grass in the side yard.
By Saturday, over 40 flats of color were in the ground, and that night…I had electric currents running down my leg. I didn’t go to medical school, but I think that’s called sciatica.
My pallets were delivered this morning, and I am barely able to move.�
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Oh freakin great…she pulls a muscle and now I guess this means I’m SOD-BOY this week.
Would you people PLEASE talk some sense into her? The dogs LIKE that little muddy part of the yard …I can tell because they obviously walk over there on rainy days and then track the stuff into the living room…
Yeah, she was hurting yesterday. She didn’t tell y’all the work she’s put into mom $ dad’s landscape.
Looks great. get well soon.
Dad
Now the two of you have backs that don’t work. I guess the next thing is for you to have a sod and flats party and to invite all of your friends (if you have any left) to come over with overalls and garden tools. Hopefully you will supply the soil and the fertilizer (or the dogs could do that).
We don’t do weeds which will clearly be your next project. How is gardening when you are in traction?
JT (Trophy Husband) aren’t you getting too old for this stuff?
As they say across the pond, “sod off” if you can’t stand the pain.
OK, no lie.
Somehow Amanda has hornswoggled one of the baristas from our local Starbucks to come and move the sod.
And he’s doing a great job.
Seriously…call Howard Schultz and thank him for their recent training.
Who knew they could pull shots and lug sod?
Now THAT is customer service!
http://mystarbucksidea.force.com/home/home.jsp
I think it’s just wonderful how Amanda tries to involve the family - especially her Trophy Husband - in all her fun projects. What a lucky man he is who married her!
Damn! I just wish my wife would sod the side yard…
“If it doesn’t come from Target, it doesn’t exist!”
Well done Amanda!
Sorry about your back though.
When I was growing up I thought Robitussin could cure everything. My Mom gave me Robitussin for all of my yard bound traumas… Stung by a wasp? Robitussin! Fell out of a tree and broke your arm? Robitussin!! Maybe your trophy husband should go get you some Robitussin…
Amanda, we don’t want to mess up JT’s back more do we? Have fun with the gardening!
SC
I guess the equivalent would be: “Your Pallets were writing checks your body couldn’t cash!” We’re just glad you didn’t break anything…oh wait…I forgot…your bank account. Sorry.
Well, Amanda, sorry nether Marcy nor I are in the neighborhood. Sounds like some massage is well and truly needed. Do you have a fitball? If so, use it because stretching is essentail. And in the heat vs cold compress arena, I tent to favor cold but put nothing more than a tissue betweeen your skin and the ice-pack. OTC anti-inflammatories can also be of great relief.
And after all this bruhaha, would some pictures of the end result be too much to ask??????
Poor Mom