Good News, Bad for Budget

We made our usual Saturday morning pilgrimage to Mitre10 Mecca to check the Lotto and pick up a hose-fitting. MyMan talked me out of buying a handful of strawberry runners, more potting mix and mulch, insisting that he would organise a local farmer to deliver a load each of soil and pea-straw – then promptly walked 10 metres further down the aisle and found a half-price 10L tin of off-white paint, and another 6L of fencing paint, totaling up to about $160 before we got out the sliding doors. Add this to Thursday’s day-trip to take TheToddler for his tonsil check-up, which just happened to coincide with late-night shopping at SupaCheapAuto (the garden shop wasn’t open late, damnit!) and our budget has taken a walloping this week. The(Tired&Whiny)Toddler and I dragged up and down aisles behind MyMan (every aisle, in order, one after another) while I complained that he’d already acquired all my tools, why would he need even more? His response was to throw a pink ‘ladies’ tool kit on top of the steadily growing pile of screwdrivers, shifters, tin-snips and pliers. He even grabbed a kit for TheToddler complete with fireengine-red hard-hat and half-sized hammer (and that was AFTER the rock incident – I can see it all ending badly). I know he was just diverting me…but it worked. I’m ridiculously tickled by my new pink-handled tools in their snazzy doctor-style bag. I’ve already cracked the box open to slice into several brown-paper-packages of seeds and spuds with my pink stanley knife and christened the girly-weighted hammer on the dog fence.