Replenish.

I need mulch. My weed fabric is showing. It's tres chic, I tell you what.

So I asked Chad if he would call the place we used last time and get them to come out and blow mulch into the flower beds. I asked him that several weeks ago and then several times since.

I hate to be a nag, but duty calls.

L: "Babe, did you call replenish?" (Asked for the 417th time.)

C: "I did, but they won't come."

L: "Oh really?"

C: "Yep, they said no soup for you. It was weird, but I guess business must be good because they don't want to sell us any mulch."

methinks we probably aren't getting mulch this year.