This weekend was decidedly gusty in Jersey.
How gusty was it, you ask?
It was so gusty that the umbrella was hoisted out of our brand new deck set and blew back for a return engagement, piercing the brand-new, tempered glass table, shooting several thousand, glittery glass hunks all over the damn place.
I figured one of two things would happen with all the little pieces:
- I would scoop them up
- They would fall through the slats of the deck, never to be heard from again
I was wrong.
A couple hundred of them have firmly wedged themselves right between the slats of the deck. Oh, I banged at them with all manner of chop stick and kitchen implement. Rather then coming free, they have gotten even more entrenched.
I figure I had two options:
- Go on a chopstick-wielding rampage, losing my fragile grip on sanity in the process (Bad Choice)
- Channel my inner Dr. Fad and pretend it’s purposeful (Better Choice)
So, I’ve just decided to refer to them as “Deck Diamonds.”
Maybe I’ll start a trend.