Weed Killer

Happy warm weather! Jess is gone this week, so I took it upon myself to spray the weeds that have started to grow in my front yard. I was spraying the weeds while talking with my neighbor---I didn't have my glasses on, and without glasses I can't see anything fifteen feet in front of me (well I can, but my distant vision is very blurry). I had this big jug that held the weed killer and a wand that sprayed the repellent on the grass. When I looked up I saw a blond little boy in a blue shirt riding a trike across the street. I pointed the "wand" at the little boy and yelled "Hey, what are you doing? What are you doing across the street? I'm coming to get you!" I thought it was Owen, but my neighbor was nice enough to point out to me that my Owen was next door riding his scooter in the driveway. I looked back at the little boy and he was crying--I scared the crap out of this poor kid. So, I pointed my wand at Owen (and to make the little boy across the street feel a little better), I yelled at the real Owen, "Hey, you get over here now!" I then pointed the wand at the "not my kid" and said "Carry on." My neighbor was confused.

Now it is raining. Will my weed stuff wash off? I hope not. I hope not.