Front Yard Before Picture . . . .
So, today is Monday, March 26, which means that the husband and I were going to travel to Hill Country for a 4-day vacation so that we may actually have alone time together. No bike riding, no bike races, no running, no work, no gym, no dogs, no cats, no housework, no blogging, basically, no nothing unless it was done together.
I, on the other hand, decided to have a meltdown along the lines of Chernobyl approximately 2-days ago. This great grumpy-pumpkin sized cataclysm of mine will have forever changed our holiday plans that had once included artistry, fine wines, gourmet dinners, bike rides (together, people, together), movies, hiking or to just view the inner beauty of the great state of Texas. No, we will no longer be enjoying such luxuries outside of this longhorn city, because crazy time began Friday, March 23 at approximately 3:15 PM in the Honda Ridgeline while on the way to the movies. *Shudder*
Instead we will be staying at home to start & finish desperately needed landscaping and house painting. We have 4-days to plant 50 bushes, research [we did have a cool trip to the Botanic Gardens this morning], purchase, dig out existing grass, hedge and plant innumerable native Texas flowers around trees, the front walk and the garage fence, as well as paint the house trim - yes. all. of. the. trim. 4 days. I might as well be strapped to a chair getting my ear cut off.
And to make things even better . . . today, it is raining like the sky hasn't opened since Noah built the arc. The forecast shows possible thunderstorms for the next 4-days. Oh yes. We will be digging in the mud as my mini-Chernobyl was not for nothing. The plans have not changed. I certainly showed the husband who the Alpha Diva was. . . .
Um. Right.
So, while the rain pounds the pavement in mass quantities, and the husband pulls a Homer, I, the Alpha Diva, blogs. . . .
6 comments:
Yeah, don't think you're missing much in the hill country at the moment. The home of the world's greatest chicken fried steak, (and some old president dude) is under flood warnings.
4 days of yard work sounds like pure hell.
4 hours of yard work sounds like pure hell to me, in fact.
i would've gone with the vacation. :)
We're just back from Lowe's. . . Again. Out for diggin' now. . . .
ugh.
Are ya havin fun? Yard work can be very therapeutic!
Um. I can't help but notice that this "yard work" stuff is getting in the way of your blogging...
Alli: We are having a pretty good time. It takes more time to buy the stuff and plan, than to actually do yard work . . . okay. . . Not really. 7-hours of yard work yesterday. Still have more today.
Mindy: I KNOW! You are so right. I'll try and be better. . . . TRY
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