Gosh a productive day...
Or... How to sweat up a storm without involving sex.
Been busy with business the past few weeks so not a lot of time to check out my flist or post. I promise I haven't forgotten you. My one brain cell is hard at work going through my list even now... So on to the backbreaking productive day...
After working with clients today, I came home and decided that a lot little yard work was in order. (apparently I hadn't worked enough today and found more to do) What possessed me to do this in 90 degree heat, I'll never know, but its done. I mowed and trimmed in the back, and pruned trees away from the house. Also picked the rest of the ripe figs and a couple of ripe pears from my trees, sprayed for fireants and termites and got bit by something nasty on my hand and proceeded to fire up the grill and start a drunken chicken. Yes. I inebriate my poor chicken before I'll eat him. Far less painful for it that way... and far more quiet
Now all I need is a good long soak in a hot tub and someone to scrub my back.
PS: Hope those of you I sent out fig jam to enjoy it. Wasn't too shabby for a first time makin it. And hopefully the jars will get there in one piece. Also, I'm hoping to still get Gally replies done tonight. If I don't find someone to shag pass out from all the work first.
Been busy with business the past few weeks so not a lot of time to check out my flist or post. I promise I haven't forgotten you. My one brain cell is hard at work going through my list even now... So on to the backbreaking productive day...
After working with clients today, I came home and decided that a lot little yard work was in order. (apparently I hadn't worked enough today and found more to do) What possessed me to do this in 90 degree heat, I'll never know, but its done. I mowed and trimmed in the back, and pruned trees away from the house. Also picked the rest of the ripe figs and a couple of ripe pears from my trees, sprayed for fireants and termites and got bit by something nasty on my hand and proceeded to fire up the grill and start a drunken chicken. Yes. I inebriate my poor chicken before I'll eat him. Far less painful for it that way... and far more quiet
Now all I need is a good long soak in a hot tub and someone to scrub my back.
PS: Hope those of you I sent out fig jam to enjoy it. Wasn't too shabby for a first time makin it. And hopefully the jars will get there in one piece. Also, I'm hoping to still get Gally replies done tonight. If I don't find someone to shag pass out from all the work first.