Can you hear me now?

Saturday I did something that I haven’t done in a very long time. I planted flowers in the front yard. Back around Valentine’s Day I saw some beautiful orchids and comtemplated buying a plant. But then I talked myself out of it because I didn’t want to put forth the effort to care for the orchid.

So I see the fact that I had the gumption to go to the nursery, select plants all on my own, come home and plant them with the intent to care for them as a really, big deal.

The front of our house gets a lot of hot, Florida summer sun so I selected geraniums and cosmos. When I was little, I didn’t like geraniums because that’s what my mother ALWAYS planted on our patio that also received full, summer sun. Year after year, I begged my mom to mix it up and buy different flowers. But she insisted that the geraniums were the only flowers she knew of that could take the heat. Now, years later, geraniums remind me of my mom and Pines Lake so they were an easy choice for me.

As I planted the flowers, I asked G-Man to pull around the hose and water the plants in. He was gone for a while and came back with the watering can. I asked about the hose and he said the watering can would be easier. I didn’t want to tell him what to so I let him go on his way.

Later in the afternoon, I noticed that the flowers looked a little limp and needed more water. My Sweetie offered to do it for me and went around the side of the house to fetch the hose. He came back around, stormed in the house, and asked the boys,

What the HECK happened to the garden hose?

The excuses/explinations ranged from “I don’t know” to “I may have hit it with the lawnmower.” After a few more minutes of playing “Let’s dodge the direct questions,” we finally learned the truth.

G-Man decided to conduct a hydro drilling experiment with the garden hose. He put the nozzle in the ground and turn on the water. The pressurized water easily bored through the sandy soil. G-Man continued to feed the hose down into the hole. When he tried to pull the hose out, he discorved that it couldn’t because it had gone down THAT far. He panicked and cut the hose with a saw.

We still haven't figured out what possessed G-Man to do any of the above.

My Sweetie decided to dig out the hose because gosh darn it, that brass nozzle cost about $15. About two feet down he cut throught the Verizon Fios cable with the shovel. Good-bye TV, internet, and home phone.

Verizon should be out by Monday night to fix the issue. In the meantime, I've jumped one one of our neighbor's wi-fi networks. One of our neighbors that isn't smart enough to password protect their network.

Next we're off to the hardware store to buy a new garden hose… and nozzle because the brass one is still about 5 feet underground.

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Your Turn
Really, what could have possessed G-Man to do that with the hose? Have you or your kids ever have an "experiment" go bad? What would you do without TV,internet, or phone for an entire weekend? Would you hi-jack your neighbor's wi-fi?