There's a hole in the bucket
There's actually no bucket, but I thought about the song this morning.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/There%27s_a_Hole_in_My_Bucket
I went to get a suitcase from the garage since I have a trip tomorrow.
I noticed some trash in the garden so went to throw that away.
I was annoyed at the plants growing into the path so I got the shears.
After trimming the foliage, I went to sweep up, but the broom was broken; the head was loose and it just fell off.
I got a nail and hammered it in with a wrench, fixing the broom. (I have a hammer, but my wife has undiagnosed ADHD, so nothing ever stays where it is supposed to be, and I just improvise for my own sanity.)
Put everything away, and finally can start packing.
After a bit of Lemmy to recover after my adventures, of course. 😉
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/There%27s_a_Hole_in_My_Bucket
I went to get a suitcase from the garage since I have a trip tomorrow.
I noticed some trash in the garden so went to throw that away.
I was annoyed at the plants growing into the path so I got the shears.
After trimming the foliage, I went to sweep up, but the broom was broken; the head was loose and it just fell off.
I got a nail and hammered it in with a wrench, fixing the broom. (I have a hammer, but my wife has undiagnosed ADHD, so nothing ever stays where it is supposed to be, and I just improvise for my own sanity.)
Put everything away, and finally can start packing.
After a bit of Lemmy to recover after my adventures, of course. 😉