Yesterday afternoon, I was attempting to get the weeds out of our front flower beds. My husband saw me stooped down and came over to investigate. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"Weeding," I replied. "Except the ground is really hard, and I can't seem to get all of the roots."
"Oh," he said, and walked away, into the garage.
Two seconds later, a sprinkler head popped out of the ground. It was right where I was working. I bet you can guess what happened. Yes. The darn thing sprayed my face!
"Hey!" I shouted, dripping wet. "Why did you do that?"
He laughed. "I'm fixing it. The ground should be nice and soft now, so you can weed better!"