Well..

I guess I have a problem. It is rather strange, and I cannot help it. No matter what I do, or how many time I try.....the cucumber plant freaks me out!! It's fuzzy. I.don't.like.it. Period.

The other day, my husband and I were out in the garden trying to re-gain it. The weeds had almost won. We noticed that the cucumbers were growing very well and needed to be put back up on the fence to grow. Having never in my life grown a garden, I didn't have a clue what I was in for. I bare handed (attempted) to grab to plant...and yelped. Tried again....and yelped. Willie just laughed. I couldn't do it. No matter how I tried..I even tried gloves. I couldn't do it. I pretended they weren't fuzzy and I still couldn't do it. Apparently my texture issue is worse than I thought. Even with Willie standing there laughing at me...I couldn't do it.

So much for being a Domesticated Diva. I guess I still have a few more things to conquer before I can call myself domesticated. Until then, I guess my mom's name for me still holds true....City Girl. Strangely enough, a woman from church (whom I barely know) called me that the other night. Didn't really think it held a lot of weight...until now.

Wish me luck. Someone has to pick the cucumbers! Who woulda thought cucumbers to be such an adventure.....I don't even eat cucumbers!!!!!!!!!!!