It's Not July, Sweetheart

Someone around here is enjoying the warm December weather a little more than I'd like him to.

Enjoying it, that is, by dragging out the water hose and dousing everything in his path with the freezing water.

The mischief that occurs when he slips on his new black cowboy boots is really starting to get him in trouble.  I'm one more Sharpie mishap away from tossing them in the burn barrel.

Note to self: Don't ignore a suspicious wet area in your driveway just because it's December and you think there's certainly no way that suspicious area could be the result of a forgotten water spigot.  Because four hours later when you peak outside again and see the wet area again, there may just be a reason for it. Like your littlest redneck may have been filling up his egg-collecting bucket and walked away without the slightest thought of turning the water off.  And that wet area in the driveway may be the result of the small river flowing out of your flooded back yard.  Little rednecks don't care that it's December when it's time to fill up a bucket.  Merry Christmas to our utility company.  Our water bill should cover the Christmas bonuses for the entire water department.  You're welcome.