Somewhere back there my life took a strange turn, sending me on a detour from lalaland to the land of adulthood. I clearly remember the days of ogling items in every aisle at the (now defunct) Children’s Palace toy store. And the palpable disappointment at leaving feeling unfulfilled, with my parents having tried to mollify me with some trinket when my head was filled with thoughts of the big ticket items. Prefab playhouses. Supersized dollhouses. Child-sized motor vehicles. The Ewok Village Playset. Pedigreed Cabbage Patch Kids (rather than their creepy crappy homemade counterparts). Foosball and/or air hockey tables. Those days are back. Sort of. This morning I went in for the Black & Decker Edge Hog…but after touring the store I desperately wanted to come out with so much more. A new kitchen faucet. A new medicine cabinet for the bathroom. A ceiling fan for the master bedroom. A screen door for the front porch (which would then require us to obtain a shiny new mailbox). Some sort of storage shed. But I snapped myself out of my reverie and left Menard’s with just what I went there for.
Update: When the husband saw what I brought back from Menard’s he kindly informed me that what we need is a trimmer, not an edger. Like I know the freaking difference. So back we went to the store, to return the item in question. On our journey we passed dozens of perfectly manicured lawns, each silently mocking me.
