For a number of years now, I’ve developed a bit of a green thumb. What I found in my childhood to be the boring pass time of my parentsÂ has grown on me in myÂ twenties.Â Now, about six years into it, I get a very high sense of non-obnoxious-self-satisfaction from cultivating my own herbs that I can use to cook delicious meals for theÂ misses when I’m in the dog house… Or just because I love her.Â My knees, however, have seen better days. As if it wasn’t enough to get the tail end of my folks genetic material (I’m the youngest of four children, freakishly taller than EVERYONE in my family, have the only set of crooked teeth, a bi-cuspid aortic valve, and most likely some mild ADHD).Â My knees can be delightful little buttons of pain from hours of being on the floor cleaning out pots, water reservoirs, and tending to soil and grow mediums.
Enter: The Knee Saver Kneeling Pads! (insert dramatic victory music right………… here.)
I’m a little ashamed to admit that I have had aÂ foam kneeling pad for about 3 freakin years and ONLY until theÂ misses asks (over my loud grunting and complaining), “Why don’t you use that spongy kneeling mat that looks like a cutting board?” did I actually think of using it. Naturally, my response was, “Because I’m a man and as a man, I’d be doing a dishonor to my masculinity by admitting a clear oversight, dammit!”.Â I didn’t really say that, but after a couple of weeks I have to state that, quite obviously, these things are just awesome.Â Whenever I’m doing ANYTHING on the ground this thing comes in handy… whether itÂ be as aÂ little car maintenance, gardening, or various house chores that require quite a bit of time on the knees, these inexpensive little guys are life-savers or should I say, Knee Savers! Haiyo!