Woke up this morning and ran out to the yard in my jammies (yoga pants & t-shirt, no worries…socially acceptable) to do a bunch of yard work before it got too hot. I didn’t shower or even put on deodorant…I just went outside and KICKED BUTT. I was out there for a good 2 hours weed-whackin, stringing up the tomato plants, jalapeno plants, weeding, moving cinderblocks, screaming when I found a 3-inch slug, etc. I came back into the house and was sweating so bad that I couldn’t open one eye…the salt from my sweat was burning it. I was promptly told that I smelled…
RAUNCH not STAUNCH.
So I did what any good spouse in a healthy relationship would do…I immediately bear hugged and didn’t let go. When he finally squirmed away from my filthy smelly beast of a self I hopped onto his side of the bed and rolled around. Yep. I am evil. Soon after I was tossed in the shower.
We’re going to see Stevie Nicks tonight so I’m sure I’ll twirl up a sweat there too. Hah! I’ve been promised a trip to Calico Corners as well…we’ll see if that works out. The Fiance would rather perform oral surgery on himself than go to Calico Corners…
Oh, before I forget…our birdies are getting big (the ones living under the a/c unit) but I couldn’t get a picture, the sun was in the way…and we have lots of baby tomatoes and jalapenos and my basil is looking bushy. The broccoli looks good and I have tons of cilantro. Yay!
