Okay, well not quite a cookie, and not quite a cookie jar. Think BIGGER, much bigger.
It's gardening season again, and I've been busy working in the garden, and that means water and lots of it.
I placed a 'RUBBERMAID' platic garbage can out in the garden area to store water from a nearby well. My husband and daughter came out with me last evening to fill the container. I think they were secretly wanting to continue the water fight we had going on earlier.
Oh flip they tag teamed me as I worked in the garden. My husband walked up and I was busy churning up dirt with my trowel, I didn't hear him come up, and splash, cold water hitting on hot skin. He laughed as he continued to pump the nozzel of the water gun to preasurize it, allowing a continuous stream... Dirt went flying, I jumped, I screamed and I was defensless... then our daughter got the back of me... and they wouldn't relent. It's hard to tell someone to stop when you are laughing and smiling and you want them to stop at least to gain your bearings.
I intended to use the water in the garden today. Something within me told me to check the container.
From the outside, it looked like it had not be touched, the ground around it was dry, I mean except for the dampness of the dew, but upon UNLOCKING the lid - as I had specifically left it, I could tell the container was empty. I looked in and there was only about 2 inches of water left.
WTH???? ( H-E double hockey sticks!)
So I filled up the container this morning... I used my hand to feel for any cuts, and abrasions along this container that would alert me to any signs of a possible leak. NOTHING.
The funny thing is, last night when I filled the container, something in me knew. I decided to place the locking lid on the container for a safety measure to prove I guess to myself that I could outsmart our neighbourhood sasquatch.
No, it outsmarted me, as always, as usual or did he? Not everything is the doings of Sasquatch.
Funny, yesturday when I was working in the garden, I smelt wet dirty dog and the day before that, I smelled the usual smell of stank that makes you say dang, can you put some more stank on that, I really don't think you have yourself covered enough. That smell just gets in the nostrils and lingers...
which reminds me of the time I burned my nose hairs. Oh now that's a stink that refuses to leave! LOL! Yeah, I got the brain wave to sniff a candle over top of the flame! The smell was so inviting and yet there's me wanting to become one with the scent... I placed my nose up to it, and didn't gently inhale, oh I grabbed all the air my nose could contain and with gusto! Oh yeah I got shot down in a hurry! The heat moved right on up I swear to my sinuses and all I could smell was smoldering sizzling burning...Yeah, we all have our moments... But if you can't laugh at yourself, then what can you laugh at? It still cracks me up!
Anyway, now that we all had a laugh at my expence... lol, I'm off to check the water bin.
Turns out that if you leave the hose in the bucket you are trying to fill with water and turn off the pump, the vacume created will syphon out the water in a matter of minutes! Who knew? Science has a leg up on me this time!
Have a great day!
*Giggling as I walk away from the puter.
