It’s Friday, it’s payday, and I was wise enough to take the day off…what more could I want? (Gotta love working for a non-profit that piles up the PTO and encourages you to take time off.)
Naturally I hit the garden center, where I loaded up a shopping cart and then methodically made myself put about 80% of it back on the shelves. Much as I love gardening, I need to remind myself to pace myself sometimes! As I baby-talked the plants left in my cart and gently placed them in the backseat of my car, it occurred to me for the millionth time that I really need a truck, not a Matchbox-car-sized vehicle. No monster-truck, gargantuan thing, just a little pick-up truck to haul plants, rocks, mulch, all the things that make my fuzzy little heart happy.
Oh, a pick-up truck, or maybe…this:
Depends if my practical side wins out, or if my impractical but oh-so-fun, god-I-love-sports-cars side triumphs instead!