Snatched

This morning I spent an hour or more typing landscape proposals for the bank my husband maintains. While these proposals were printing, he asked what I was doing next. I answered that I was pressing Allie into service and harvesting the purple hull peas. To which he replied, "I hope you're gonna put on some clothes before that." (I was wearing (only) a little sundress.)

I informed him that, no, I would in fact, be taking clothes off before gardening. I then informed him I would not be returning since all the men staking out our back property line, waiting for me to nakedly pick purple hull peas, would snatch me right up.

And make me a princess.