I really needed to get my garden started, and I'd considered skipping church to work on it this morning, but we didn't go to church last week and I couldn't justify skipping it two weeks in a row. So after church, once Lex was napping, Monstro loaded the 120 pounds of compost into his car for me and I drove to the Community Garden.

Only problem was, I forgot to bring my key to the Community Garden Shed, where the wheelbarrows reside. And just when I was thinking to myself, “How in the devil am I going to move 120 pounds of compost from the trunk of Monstro's Saturn to my garden plot,” I looked over and saw two of our gaming buddies get out of their car, with their friends from out-of-town in tow.

“Hey guys,” I said, after shaking hands with their friends, “how'd you like to help me out?”

So they carried the three bags of compost to my garden, allowing me to prep the soil and plant my homegrown seedlings.

And if I'd skipped church and done my gardening this morning? I'd be sh*t out of luck. Or, in this circumstance, compost out of luck.