The Bag

Last week my father-in-law brought over some items they have been storing for Brad until we had more space, plus he brought over a treadmill they happened to not want anymore. Our third room is shaping up to be quite the workout room. Anyone catch my play on words? LOL!

Back to my story, all the items my father-in-law brought over were placed in the garage. Soon after Brad arrived home we moved the treadmill into the house. Which was somewhat easy yet somewhat hard. Skip ahead to a few days later, Brad and I are out in the garage moving the other items his dad brought over a few days prior. While I went to tend to Cody for a brief second Brad stumbled across a bag of weeds from the yard. When I returned to the garage area to see what else I could help Brad put away. He had a bizarre completely baffled look on his face as he peered into the garbage bag of yard weeds. He then looked up at me and said, "Man, I'm really worried about my dad, he brought us over a bag of weeds and stuff from his lawn. What was he thinking?" I quickly explained it was a bag of weeds from our yard from the day before when I picked weeds. With a great sense of relief Brad than responded, "Oh okay, that's a relief. I was really thinking he had cracked up or this was one weird joke he was playing on me."

You know funny thing about weeds in the front and backyards...they keep coming! We need to get some yard work stuff to take care of the yards. There isn't a huge yard but a little and some bushes. It's starting to need some attention. First things first, a trip to Home Depot to get some equipment.