Monday, Monday

Considering the weekend I had, Monday should have been a piece of cake.  Not so much.  It was like banging my head against a brick wall.  Hurts like all get out and you still get nothing accomplished.  Sometimes you just have to chuck it all and create something pretty.  So I sat my unhappy butt down in the floor and made a burlap wreath.  Making and selling wreaths just happens to be on my little list.  I made this one for my boss.  What do you think?

Should I admit that I tried another at home pedicure and it didn't go so well???  I don't know what it's going to take.  Other than a professional pedicure and then actually putting lotion on my feet every freaking night before I go to bed.  Who's got time for that?  So no pictures of that nightmare.  Trust me, you do not want to see the dry crackedness that are my feet.  Really, I'm doing you a favor.

Next item that I need to conquer on my list is to learn how to weedeat.  Without cutting my leg off like Daddy has always told me I would.  See, I've got about 2 acres that I affectionately call the Big Green Monster.  Me and Big Green don't really get along.  Now I've got a kick ass new mower, excuse me Honey has a kickass riding mower.  So having to man handle the belt back on is no longer and issue.  What makes it more fun is the miles of privacy fence that now need to be weedeated.  The round up has worn off and the grass next to the fence is getting gross.  Personally, I think this is Honey's little way of getting back at me for bending the deck on his brand new mower by hitting the brick on the house.  He told me to mow close... But anyway, something tells me this project won't wait until this weekend.  It rained last night and I swear the grass grew 6 inches over night.  Hmmm, I wonder if Honey left his waterproof / snakeproof boots in the garage.