So I wander outside of the house this evening and Miz Slim has a couple of inmates out front watering the flowers and the plants outside the house.It turns out that they are also supposed to water the garden out front where they have planted cauliflower and stuff like that. I don't know why, but they swore they were supposed to do it.
The problem is that even with two hoses hooked together there isn't enough to reach the garden so they fill up these little three gallon watering jugs and walk out to the garden, water a patch and then come back for a refill.
No big deal, right? They're inmates and they are supposed to work and this is what they are supposed to do.
The problem is the hose. A hose can and is considered an escape tool. I guess you could use it like a rope to get over the fences. So any inmate with a hose has to be supervised.
Since everyone else was busy, I volunteered to be the Designated Hose Monitor.
I tell ya. That just about wore me out. Sat on that picnic table for almost an hour, watching them water the plants. Man, I monitored them so hard..... I almost had to go home afterwards, I was so worn out.
And except for making Tilt blow his fruit drink out his nose, that was about the high point of my day. Of course that was pretty freaking hilarious as well.
I'll have to remember how I did that so I can do it again.
I'm just an evil basticule like that.
Sunday, aside from being Mother's Day, is going to be Leprechaun Day, Frog Jumping Day, Rural Life Sunday and National Apple Pie Day.
Maybe Mom, out in here rural cabin, will bake you an apple pie.
As long as your Mom isn't a leprechaun or a jumping frog, anyway.
