Sometimes The Joke Is On You

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This husband of mine…

Has a rock hunting bucket…full of rock hunting things…the bucket then used to carry Texas rocks…back home to Iowa…

Apparently…we forgot the bucket…didn’t pack it…well WE didn’t forget the bucket…one of us…and she shall remain nameless…had HER shovel…gloves…kneeling pad…

So the search was on…for a bag…a burlap bag in which to carry those beautiful Texas rocks…easy peasy lemon squeezy…one would think…

But no…looked here…looked there…everywhere…farm stores…feed stores…hardware stores…multiple towns…many stops…

Became laughable almost…could just buy a bucket…but no…it had to be a sack…a burlap sack…became resigned…a mantra began…

A feed sack would work…an empty feed sack…we could use a feed sack…if we only had a feed sack…

Finally found Mr. Burlap…in an implement store…headed back to the cabin for some rock hunting fun…when what to our wondering eyes should appear…

Not one…but two…empty feed sacks…blowing by in the hill country wind…

And so it is…in life…sometimes…the universe has a sense of humor…and sometimes…the joke…is on you…
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And that husband of mine…agrees…