The Sweet Husband

The Weird Bucket

There is a bucket full of soapy water sitting in the middle of my sidewalk in the front. Now, at most houses, you would empty it, bring it inside, problem solved.

That is not the best way to handle things here. Sometimes, just removing something, causes a paranoia event that can lead to the invisible people showing up, and they have been known to hang around for days.

So, here I stand, looking at this bucket trying to figure out what it could be for, and questioning myself about whether or not I might just remove it, or what if I just go in and ask what it's doing there, what peripheral problems could I expect, or prevent by getting rid of the damn bucket.

I leave the bucket there, go back in the house, take a nap, bucket sitting in the middle of the sidewalk. I don't ask Randy about it, cause he doesn't care who shows up, he will ask her straight out, what the hell is the bucket doing in the yard?

Later in the afternoon, he goes out through the garage to do something to the weed eater and his chainsaw, and Sheryl gets up and comes through the living room headed for the kitchen.

I said hon, did you misplace a bucket? She said, I put one outside, but it's not full yet I checked it a little while ago.

Full yet? Uh, whats it supposed to be full with?

The Chemicals.

What kind of chemicals, and where are they coming from?

They are bringing them and putting them in the bucket.

Well, it has water in it, babe, and I am afraid the neighbors animals might drink it and get sick.

No, they put something in it so animals stay away from it.

Ok, that's good.

But it might accidentally get turned over, and the bucket disappear, you know how kids are, and there are kids running around the neighborhood all the time.

Nothing to worry about, it has an alarm on it, if the bucket is moved it will call me on my phone. Yeah, that would be the phone with no service on it

So I spend the next 30 minutes, bitching under my breath about buckets that the animals won't touch and buckets calling people on the phone, just bitching about life in general.

Then my sweet husband comes in from the garage, yelling ok, who got my bucket that I was washing my tools in.

I turn around and look at Sheryl, and she is turning her head away from me with this big grin on her face and she tells him, you left it right where mama backs out her car and I was afraid she would run over it when she had to go to the store. I moved it to the sidewalk, mama thinks that I think they put it there.

I said, you SAID they put it there, she replies, I know, I just wanted to see how you were going to get me to tell you what it was.

Randy starts laughing so loud I'm sure the neighbors would hear, as I was telling him the entire story.

I love my house, we may all be crazy, but we don't let it slow us down one bit, lots and lots of love and laughter in this house.