Oh man am I ever worked today barflies!
I may even skip the gym I'm that exhausted and gust go shopping instead.
I love me some retail therapy.
Steve got called out last night on a job, hell, he never made it home when he got the call.
The lawn was in desperate need of a mowing and watering. My flowers were wilting too. Steve was supposed to do it, but we had no idea what time he was getting home.
So I slapped some dinner together for Pudd'n and proceeded to do yard work.
Now I remember why I handed the reigns of mowing to the hub.
Yes, it is a postage stamp sized front & back yard, but for what ever reason; starting the mower is a bitch and it throws something out of whack for me.
The end results is a beautiful yard and a very sore witch.
After that little chore I packed up Pudd'n and went up to the liqour store.
A handful of advil and some whiskey later I'm feeling some what pain less.
I'd love to do the same remedy right now, but it is frowned upon driving drunk with your child in the car.
