I almost thought I didn’t have much to write about today. I’ve spent the majority of my day today putting together the presale and marketing brochure for the wee ones’ preschool’s annual fundraiser. It hasn’t been the most exciting day.
I did realize this morning that our basketball hoop fell down, but really… all I have to say about that is that I’ve been telling my husband since we moved in three years ago that the hoop is starting to rust and that he needs to take care of it. He needs to file off the rust and refinish it before it rusts through. He needs to get some metal bands that he can use to reinforce the rusted part.
It all falls on deaf ears.
Needless to say, both the wee ones were very disappointed when they saw it this morning. They both really liked having a hoop in their driveway, although they admittedly are a little too young to truly play. That and Mister Man hates to see anything broken or messed up.
My husband called me just a bit ago to see how my day was going, and I filled him in.
Him: So, did you see the basketball hoop?
Me: Yeah, it’s pretty hard to miss. The wee ones were pretty bummed.
Him: I can imagine. Mister Man doesn’t like to see things get broken.
Me: Nope. I’ve been telling you for three years to do something about that though.
Him: Yeah, I know…
Me: You’re really lucky that the hoop didn’t fall on your car, you know? (his car lives outside on the driveway — it’s a small two car garage)
Him: Yeah… about that…
Him: Umm, it kinda fell over on my car last night.
Me: Oh my. How bad is the damage?
Him: Well, I have a couple of pretty significant dents in the trunk area. I’m planning to stop at a few body shops on my way home tonight.
On the other hand, that does explain why the hoop wasn’t embedded in the ground when it fell. I was trying to figure that out. At least this mystery was easier to solve than that of the tree.
Thank God for Wildfire. I’m off to the Supper Club in Glenview tonight, and there’s a martini flight there with my name on it.