Scene: the back yard / garden / jungle of stately Tuttle Manor, post-thunderstorm. Yours Truly is sierra-sawing a 20-foot hemlock limb into kindling.
Enter KtLW.
KtLW: "What are you doing?"
Me: "Turning the branches the storm knocked down into firewood."
KtLW: "That's not important. Do something useful, like rolling up this hose and putting it away."
Me: "Can't. I'll need it when I scrub the mud off the patio."
KtLW: "Well, then, get to work scrubbing the patio!"
Me: "Can't. First I have to use the blower to get all the leaves and stuff off the patio."
KtLW: "Well, then, get to work with the leafblower!"
Me: "Can't. If I blow the leaves off, the patio will still be covered with grass clippings when I mow the lawn."
KtLW: "Well, get to work mowing the lawn!"
Me: "Can't. The grass is still sopping wet from the rain -- it'll take a couple of hours to dry."
KtLW: "Well, then, do something *simple* -- like rolling up this hose and putting it away."
*blink*
*grin -- takes the first step around the mulberry bush*
Me: "Can't. I'll need it when I scrub the mud off the patio."
KtLW: "Well, then, get to work scrubbing the patio!"
Me: "Can't. First I have to use the blower to get all the leaves and stuff off the patio."
KtLW: "Well, then, get to work with the leafblower!"
Me: "Can't. If I blow the leaves off..."
Heh. Halfway through the third trip up and down the City Road, she gave up.
KtLW: "Hmmmmmpf! I'll never understand how somebody who's supposedly so smart can be so stupid!"
Me: "Gee, my thoughts, exactly..."
KtLW: "Good! It's *about time* you took ownership of the dumb things you do!"
Heh.
*pop!* goes the weasel...
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