weeds and whiskey
Do you remember the neglected flower bed, full of weeds, I spoke of a few blogs ago? Well I tackled them last night BARE handed. Either I'm a very determined individual or plain stupid. These babies were almost as tall as me (no lie) and thorny as all get out. Man howdy, my hands are extremely sore and stiff this morning. Gloves on my list. Check.
Once again I over-booked my week and wonder why I do this to myself. We leave for Maine on Friday and I've yet to think about packing. Tonight is girls' night with Heidi and Cheryl, lunch with Minta and girls' night with Jen and Erica tomorrow. Always a good time to catch up with the girls but I hope I can stay engaged in conversation without mind-wondering off to my long list of to-do's.
I best get in the shower and find a mild sedative or flask of Whiskey, whichever is readily available to get me through another day with the auditors. Groovy.
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