Call It What You Want...

Yesterday I put a lot of work into making a map of our backyard, putting permanent green marker the things that are destined (for whatever reason) to stay, like the fence, the house, the honkin' huge maple tree that pretty much takes over the south end of the yard (and thus, most of the sunshine)... Then I highlighted the things that I want to take out, and made a list of tasks needed to accomplish the closer-to-perfect backyard.

Last night, after hubby put kids to bed and I mowed the grass and took a shower, we sat down to look over that drawing, and the second one, that had the permanent items in it and space to draw in with pencil some of our ideas. I got a little bent out of shape when, instead of saying, "wow, honey, you did a nice job on this. I can see what you want to do and some great places to start," he asked what my priorities were. I had thought I had highlighted them, but apparently there were too many, and he wanted something a little more attainable.

"These are my priorities," I told him, gesturing to the highlighted page (back landscaping, timbered area behind the back porch, stump in the north end of the yard, maple tree in the center [not the huge one], lilac bush, mess in the corner by the kitchen window...okay, maybe that was a lot...).

What was it about pride in the fall? But it's spring!

This morning I was checking blogs after Mark had finished breakfast and he gleefully came in to show me that he'd "painted" his trash truck. That's weird, I thought. His markers are "color wonder," which means they only color on special paper. And it's yellow, but the marker on his hand is green, just like....

YIKES!

The papers were still on the living room floor. With the markers.

They are moved to the table for this photo. Note the coloring through the center holes on both pages. The one on the left got colored through to the clipboard. The other made the tiniest green smudge on the carpet by the couch, not discernable unless you're on your knees looking for it.

And the worst thing is, it's all my fault. In what world is it a good idea to leave your yard plans on the floor with a couple of markers????????

Proverbs 16:18 (New International Version)
18 Pride goes before destruction,
       a haughty spirit before a fall.

P.S. Mark did NOT get in trouble for this. Once again, whose fault is it???