So, the other day, Doorlink and I came home, and found a box on the doorstep. She said "William, did you order a garden sprayer?"
"I did no such thing!" I said. "I bet you ordered it, to give to your other boyfriend!"
"He already has one," she said. "Besides, I would have ordered him an electric one. This is a hand pump model."
Par for the course, I thought to myself. But it was getting dark, so I carried it into the shop, and went out to find it this morning.
Really, it's a garden sprayer:
But the address on the label says something about MO. What's up with that?
Doesn't look like a garden sprayer:
Then I remembered Darren said something about some old batteries that would fit my drill? James left my old batteries out in the rain, and one died for good, and the other gives up the ghost after 20 minutes.
And there they are! Wow!
And not only that, but there's a drill in the bag! Way Cool!
And since my charger still works, life is good! Thanks, Darren!
Now I just need to figure out what to ship back to him in that box!