Day 4: Some people get matching tattoos
Today started off similarly to yesterday, where mom didn't make any concrete plans with me, yet expected me to go walk with her *right now* despite my not being dressed. So then, as I was getting dressed, she wanted me to run out her being-returned Netflix DVD because "it's your job," never mind that she actually was dressed and the mail truck was coming. Needless to say, the DVD did not make it out before the truck came. We then walked to the post office, but because I didn't want to walk to the various strip malls nearby--sorry, I don't need a "goal" for walking; walking *is* the goal--we ended up walking back home. Mom spotted some of the bigger weeds in front of the house, and we ended up weeding for the better part of two hours. Okay, *I* did most of the weeding; mom ran out for more lawn bags and to pick up a few other things. She did, however, tackle the other side of the house mostly by herself because I was still dealing with the various bushes at the corner of the house. Several of them are mostly dead and really needed to be trimmed back, mainly to get at the weeds growing through the branches. Today was the day to do said trimming. This was all fine and dandy, and all told we filled three lawn bags. Also, there's now a space to get into the landscaped area from behind, which is really helpful.
The problem is that I mainly dealt with one of those bushes, and it's a bush with a bunch of thorns on every single branch. Holy cow, what a pain--literally. I kept getting pricked by prickles. This was not the most fun I'd ever had. Every so often I'd check my hands when I'd feel a prick, then pull out any offending prickles right away. However, they are not Pokemon; I did not catch them all. Neither did mom. After dinner, I tried to remove the prickle she'd found in her hand, only to discover I had one in my thumb, conveniently where I needed to hold the tweezers. Oy. We then spent a good hour trying various ways to remove splinters, including tape and soaking our hands in Epsom salt and water. The worst was mom's idea of using hair-removal wax strips--my two didn't come out, and only one of mom's did, and the wax ended up getting everywhere. Like, mom was careless about where she put the wax strip after removal, so there was wax on the table and wax on her People. Then she got wax on my tweezers. Just...a pain. And we really didn't need any more pain. The worst part is they're still in there. I don't feel like doing it now, but I'll probably have to grab a needle and go in after them. Goody.
The problem is that I mainly dealt with one of those bushes, and it's a bush with a bunch of thorns on every single branch. Holy cow, what a pain--literally. I kept getting pricked by prickles. This was not the most fun I'd ever had. Every so often I'd check my hands when I'd feel a prick, then pull out any offending prickles right away. However, they are not Pokemon; I did not catch them all. Neither did mom. After dinner, I tried to remove the prickle she'd found in her hand, only to discover I had one in my thumb, conveniently where I needed to hold the tweezers. Oy. We then spent a good hour trying various ways to remove splinters, including tape and soaking our hands in Epsom salt and water. The worst was mom's idea of using hair-removal wax strips--my two didn't come out, and only one of mom's did, and the wax ended up getting everywhere. Like, mom was careless about where she put the wax strip after removal, so there was wax on the table and wax on her People. Then she got wax on my tweezers. Just...a pain. And we really didn't need any more pain. The worst part is they're still in there. I don't feel like doing it now, but I'll probably have to grab a needle and go in after them. Goody.