Miss Taken Identity

           Well, I’m mad again. Not super mad, just eye-rolling mad. I got a message from a Facebook friend who said she loves the pictures from “Bob’s garden.”

          Alright, let’s get this straight. I’m the one who weeds, plants, waters, prunes, deadheads, fertilizes—and when something blooms, Bob takes a picture of it. Which I post.  And which, apparently, implies that this makes it “Bob’s garden.”  

          This is not Bob’s garden. This is sweaty, exhausted Joni’s garden.

          It’s like the Saturday morning when I fired up the heavy electric trimmer, which looks like a chainsaw:

          And I trimmed the entire creeping fig vine which covers our garage and a couple of walls:

          Piles of clippings were on the ground, and I handed the trimmer to Bob so I could go and get a rake.  No sooner had I done this, than our friends, Jason and Debbie, came around the corner, jogging.

          “Hey, great job!” Jason shouted to Bob.

          Bob waved and smiled. I stood there, aghast at the timing. I had been trimming for hours, and in one quick second, Bob got all the credit!

          After our friends were gone, Bob looked at me and asked, “Oh—did you want to hold this?”  And then I think he realized it would be best not to hand it to me.

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