June 30, 2009

Getting Stoned

For those of you wondering, no, Mrs. Robbo did not meet me at the door dressed in a naughty French maid costume and offering a chilled martini when I returned to Orgle Manor last evening after work.

Instead, I found two large pallets of field-stone sitting on the driveway as I pulled in. Mrs. Robbo had gone out and ordered them during the day on the theory that with the gels out of the way, it would be the perfect week for me to take care of some landscaping I had been talking about for some time.

As a result, I've had this running through my mind all day:

Posted by Robert at June 30, 2009 04:16 PM | TrackBack

How thoughtful of her.

Posted by: Boy Named Sous at July 1, 2009 01:45 AM

So she wasn't either 1) wearing the french maid outfit or 2) not holing the chilled martini?

Posted by: rbj at July 1, 2009 08:42 AM

I would counter that by suggesting that the gels being out of the way provides the perfect opportunity to inspire you to do more than ignore the field stones. 'cause ya know, it's not like they're gonna run off.

Posted by: Mike at July 1, 2009 12:39 PM