Lookie here! A brand-spankin' new set of gloves. Know how I got them? No, I didn't run down to the garden center, Lowes or Agway. Me at a store? Not unless I'm dragged kicking and screaming.
No, Tommy got them for me, this pair and nine others just like it. It was the oddest thing although in truth, it happens so much with us that I should be used to it by now. Yet I'm not. I'm still stunned each time it happens. What am I talking about? The wonder that is my Tommy, of course.
Back at the start of the growing season, I was out in the greenhouse looking over my collection of gloves and found that each and every one of them had holes in them, the right and the left ones! This was too much. I had resolved to ask Tommy to buy me some the next time he was at his favorite tool shop, Harbor Freight. Man-o-man, he loves that place and I like it because they actually have garden stuff too.
So, that was the plan. Leave it to Tommy to...well, not exactly ruin it, but he did kinda change things. That day he came home with the ten pack of gloves before I asked him for them! That day on his way back from a job in Allentown, he stopped by Harbor Freight and lo and behold he saw the gloves, thought of me and decided I needed them.
"Tommy, how did you know I was going to ask you to buy me some?" I asked.
He shrugs and says, "I heard you thinking."
All the way from Allentown??? Indeed, he did. He does this all the time, too. Kinda freaky, don't you think?
That's my Tommy.
Ah, well, me and Tommy, guess we were meant to be...if only so I don't have to go to the store!