Roto-Rooting Together Forever

Last night I.T. brought me this smiling sunflower and told me about a greenhouse he'd discovered that day on the way to a meeting at corporate headquarters. "I'll take you there," he said.

Tonight, Mr. and Mrs. I.T. had a date. Burgers and green beans for dinner at the home ranch, then off to Luurtsema's where the prices on annuals have been slashed 50 to 75% less than what they cost last week. I understand how I.T. feels about saving and I.T. knows how I feel about flowers-I get all romantic around the bloomers. the blooming flowers. I get all romantic around the blooming flowers. We strolled among fuchsia colored wave petunias cascading out of pots and giant, ruby red Dragonwing begonias all boasting their Miracle Gro-th. The $3.99 a flat, mix and match, your choice deal was speaking I.T.'s love language. Shade loving, New Guinea impatiens, gazed up at me seeming to say, "our name, Impatiens, defines you, but see how we clothe the imperfection in splendor." I bought six.

I.T. turned up the heat with his selection of a Bonfire begonia bursting from a hanging basket.









We ooo ed and cooed over sunbursts of marigolds and a blue lake of ageratum, carefully adding some of each to our tray.

Back at the ranch, I.T. helped me mix dirt in the potting box he made for me last summer. Then he repositioned the tiki torches to stave off the mosquitoes, attempting to save my neck, while I arranged the flowers in pots to place around the pool.

Perfect.

Planting done, I.T. disappeared inside the house. He had another fabulous idea- Roto-Rooting. Yes. The water has not been going down so well of late. What better time to work on fixing it, than date night? Here is the Roto-Rooter with 25 feet of steel coil inside this black, round part. You simply hold onto the handle below the black, round part and rotate the black, round part around the black, long part. I know- I've Roto- Rooted with I.T. before. Here we are Roto-Rooting together in our project bathroom with the Brady bunches old sink on date night. A faint smell of sewage seems to come with Roto-Rooting. Hmmmm....
The coil travels down the drain, all over town and 25 feet later, you reverse the rotation and retrieve your problem- in this case a large, gnarly hairball. I spare you that picture here. Alternatively, I offer you a break from this date night story of two star-crossed lovers and leave you with these flowers. So, what do all you normal people do on date night?
Feel the Love-