Unfortunately our front door is right in the middle of that river. Since I didn't have a raft with me, I stopped on higher ground for a minute while I weighed my options for getting myself to the front door while staying as dry as possible, and not ruining my clothes. After some thought, I decided that my best bet would be to take off my (lovely, brand new, cream colored, very poor choice for a rainy day) shoes and roll up my pants legs because DESPERATE TIMES.
I was about to do just that when I heard a voice yell, "DON'T WORRY, LADY, I'LL HELP YOU." And I turned around to see Matt, my knight in soaking wet gym shorts and waterproof hunting boots, walking down the sidewalk. He had already been outside
Luckily, the rain and flooding has subsided in the past few days and we haven't had to invest in either a wet vac or a boat. However, I am worried to death about the status of the flowers that I planted last weekend. I am worried that they got too wet during the storm and then too cold and that they're not hearty enough and maybe they'd be better off with a sheet over them at nighttime and SHOULD I GO OUTSIDE WITH A HAIR DRYER TO WARM THEM UP A BIT?
I am just so proud of my little garden. I know the saying is that pride cometh before a fall, but in this gardening story, the fall actually came first.
I decided that last Saturday was going to be planting day, and since I had a 40% off coupon to Michael's Arts & Crafts burning a hole in my pocket, I decided I'd have myself a perfect Saturday morning and stop there and and then go to the Home Depot right next door.
Not only does that particular shopping center have a Michael's and Home Depot, but it also has an Ikea and BJ's Wholesale Club, so that joint was jumping on Saturday morning.
Because I have a rocky relationship with reversing out of parking spaces on busy Saturdays, I drove around the parking lot until I found a pull through spot. I grabbed a cart from the corral in the lot, and then headed straight for the racks of plants and flowers on the sidewalk outside the store.
I walked up and down a few short aisles, but was disappointed in the selection. It was surprising because I got my flowers at Home Depot last year and there were so many more choices. I picked up one pack of yellow marigolds and a set of gardening tools, but decided I'd drive over to Lowe's for the other things I needed.
I headed inside to pay, and as I walked through the first set of doors, an older gentleman standing there said, "Good morning, miss. BJ's card?"
"No thanks," I responded quickly, and, obviously, without thinking.
Because a half a second later, it hit me.
He wasn't trying to interest me in signing up for a BJ's card.
I had actually been shopping at BJ's.
Not Home Depot.
And I am not a member of BJ's.
I abandoned that shopping cart quicker than you can say petunia and practically ran to my car. Which is when I realized that in my quest to find an easy, pull through parking space, I had driven out of the Home Depot section of the lot and into the BJ's one. And when I got out of my car I was so focused on the flowers that I didn't look up at the sign of the store I was heading towards.
After that experience, I really hope that my flowers pull through. If they don't, one thing is certain. I will be going to Lowe's to buy the replacements.