The thing is that even a funny chick gets aggravated to the point of distraction. Today I weeded the garden. It’s true that it needed to be done anyway. It’s also true that the weeding of the garden should have taken me several hours. Maybe I should have been working for 3 or 4 hours for the part that I finished. I think I had a considerable part finished in two hours or less.
Today I was the chick that butchered and cursed at the weeds. The weeds didn’t do anything wrong really. I thought it was better to take out frustration on the weeds. Think of it as garden therapy if you will. It worked fairly well until it rained. Then there were the tornado warnings. So garden therapy was at an end for the day.
I’m not sure when the garden tool bent of shape. It had to have happened after I was bent out of shape. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Gardening tool should make it through the summer, right? I feel like I should name it because we bonded today. Suggestions welcome.