I've finally realized why I've turned into a fat, lazy slob:
I had planned to fire up my sprayer this a.m. and spray weed killer over the two pastures. I went outside and it was just a bit too breezy for spraying.
So I decided to run the weedeater. I started in the Gulf Coast box turtle yard, and worked for about three minutes when I ran out of line.
Then I thought I would go into the house and clean house for a bit. I got my Swiffer duster and started in my office. I was running the duster over my desk and the kittens kept grabbing the duster.
Ok, maybe I'll get the broom and sweep the bathroom and the entryway, and shake the rugs. Every little clump of whatever that I swept the kittens thought was great fun to chase and stir up. I did manage to finish the sweeping, and I put all the throw rugs back where they belong. The next time I looked in the bathroom and the entryway the throw rugs are all jumbled up and pushed around.
Is it any wonder my Kindle and my recliner call to me so loudly?
I had planned to fire up my sprayer this a.m. and spray weed killer over the two pastures. I went outside and it was just a bit too breezy for spraying.
So I decided to run the weedeater. I started in the Gulf Coast box turtle yard, and worked for about three minutes when I ran out of line.
Then I thought I would go into the house and clean house for a bit. I got my Swiffer duster and started in my office. I was running the duster over my desk and the kittens kept grabbing the duster.
Ok, maybe I'll get the broom and sweep the bathroom and the entryway, and shake the rugs. Every little clump of whatever that I swept the kittens thought was great fun to chase and stir up. I did manage to finish the sweeping, and I put all the throw rugs back where they belong. The next time I looked in the bathroom and the entryway the throw rugs are all jumbled up and pushed around.
Is it any wonder my Kindle and my recliner call to me so loudly?