Well. Finally. Stud Muffin is back at work and I can get back to it myself. It actually started last night as I ran out of the ball of "one ball per sock" yarn. I invented the perfect sock for classy women like myself to wear with peep toe heels! Fab-u-lous!!
I especially like the needle across the foot look, but Nick isn't convinced!
Speaking of Nick, I also invented a new word in this household for a male dog (or other species) that won't stop annoying the female members of the family, some of whom just want to play with their toys. A Pesticle! Bwahahaha! Okay, maybe you had to be there, but still I'm using it frequently around here.
This morning, the weeding and wacking continued, at least until I ran out of weedwacker line. But I got one cart full of weeds and grass for the compost bins.
Hey! It's starting to look better!
There was raking too!
Sassy played with a frog as I raked, and finally decided that tap dancing in the shrub was the best course of canine action.
I gutted another vegetable bed, and Sassy ate all of the little red peppers that shot off of the plants as I yanked them out of the soil.
I even did some mopping inside the house, but I won't show you that, 'cus I don't want to be the cause of any heart attacks or anything... MIL!
Then, as I surfed around the blogosphere, I came upon a collection of funny posts by various bloggers, hosted by June Cleaver Nirvana. So I joined in with my pickled beets story . Go check the stories out right here, and join in if you wish! I'm number 27, but you should enjoy the other stories too!