The Tale of Momma Mindy's Hammer

Once upon a time,

Momma Mindy went to her flower garden to weed.

She was a little mystified by this thing....

flower

or

weed?

It had beautiful leaves.

It had something blooming.

However, she couldn't remember if she had planted it.

In the Midwest, she can spot a weed a mile away.

Creeping Jenny, Canadian Thistle, Leafy Spurge, Dandelions, Ragweed....

....but in the PNW the plants are different and so are the weeds.

She couldn't identify this thing.

Mommy Mindy was especially mystified by the tuberous growth underneath.

A hammer?

A HAMMER!!!!!!

Momma Mindy wanted to know why there was a

HAMMER

in her FLOWER garden....

...the beautiful garden in the front of her home that is supposed to bloom

FLOWERS

not

WEEDS

and

HAMMERS.

*sigh*

But,  Momma Mindy ironically had learned when she visited her Dad,

and saw ALL of his hammers hanging neatly on his workbench,

that if you have hammers in your workbench,

 you don't have kids in your home.

So, she picked up the HAMMER,

pulled the PLANT

she determined  was a WEED,

and gave thanks she still has

kids living at home.

She doesn't have tools in her workbench,

she doesn't have toilet paper in her bathrooms,

she doesn't have a clean stovetop,

she doesn't have a cutting board anymore and

she sacrificed her microwave bundt pan,

but she has

kids living at home.

So, Momma Mindy and her rescued hammer lived

Happily Ever After.