[Connie]

Yesterday I worked out in the yard all day. I had to replace all our rose bushes because they didn't make it through the winter. I had worked up all the soil, and then went into the garage to get a tool that was hanging on the wall and when I did, I bumped the lawn edger and that came down and hit my husband's pick up and also hit me in the leg. *OUCH* The pick-up has scratches all the way down the passenger door! My husband is out of town and won't be back till Monday and I've got this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach that won't go away. That pick up means more to him than life itself! I am so scared of what he will say or do when he finds out. I am thinking Maddie and I should load up my little honda and get the heck outta here! My friend says I need to call him and that way he'll have a couple of days to cool down. I guess I will probably do that...later. The sooner I tell him, the sooner I can get rid of that sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. The thing is...he had edged the lawn the evening before and hadn't hung it up correctly, or it never would have come down with just a bump. Course, it's going to be all my fault no matter what. *GULP* His pick up wouldn't have been parked in that area if that stupid lightening hadn't fried our garage door openers. Also, if he had mulched the rose garden last fall...which is his job...I wouldn't have even needed that tool because I wouldn't have had to replant. So many "ifs", but they don't count. Sooooo...if you all never hear from me again, you can pretty much figure why!!! Wish me luck!