Tons of boo-boos
So yesterday didn't turn out quite as planned.
First of all, I slept in untill like, tomorrow afternoon, which wasn't planned, but not entirely unwelcome, despite the fact that I had tree stumps in my garden to remove. Because there's a motivational factor indeed...
So I finally got my ass down there and got real serious about it until about 20 minutes later when I'd actually managed to hurt myself three times. And every single time I only had my own stupidity to blame, which didn't help the situation, because let me tell you that gimongous 2 tonne flagstones hurt, even if you and only you are the only one to blame for placing it ever so gently on your foot or trapping your only right index finger in between two of them. The 3rd incident I don't particularly feel like bringing up because I suspect someone might have witnessed that and it included a flagstone, a sack truck and an almost broken nose. And what was left of my pride. In any case, I was quite relieved when it started to rain.
Doesn't change the fact that I'll have to go down there again today and keep trying, but at least now I know almost every way that makes me go "owie!" with the pain.
So anyway! A very welcome phone call from Mr. I-might-actually-really-like-this-guy and I ended up on a date that involved oysters. And uhm, let me just say... guh. We likes with the oysters. Whoever called that an aphrodisiac was so right on the money. You have not gone sensual until you go with the oysters. It's French, don't even question it.
So good food, wonderful time, lots of booze and one knockout kiss. Literally. I have a bump on my head.
*Note to self: Do not lean back unless there's some kind of support back there. Or something that ensures a soft landing. Cobblestones do not fall into either categories.*
First of all, I slept in untill like, tomorrow afternoon, which wasn't planned, but not entirely unwelcome, despite the fact that I had tree stumps in my garden to remove. Because there's a motivational factor indeed...
So I finally got my ass down there and got real serious about it until about 20 minutes later when I'd actually managed to hurt myself three times. And every single time I only had my own stupidity to blame, which didn't help the situation, because let me tell you that gimongous 2 tonne flagstones hurt, even if you and only you are the only one to blame for placing it ever so gently on your foot or trapping your only right index finger in between two of them. The 3rd incident I don't particularly feel like bringing up because I suspect someone might have witnessed that and it included a flagstone, a sack truck and an almost broken nose. And what was left of my pride. In any case, I was quite relieved when it started to rain.
Doesn't change the fact that I'll have to go down there again today and keep trying, but at least now I know almost every way that makes me go "owie!" with the pain.
So anyway! A very welcome phone call from Mr. I-might-actually-really-like-this-guy and I ended up on a date that involved oysters. And uhm, let me just say... guh. We likes with the oysters. Whoever called that an aphrodisiac was so right on the money. You have not gone sensual until you go with the oysters. It's French, don't even question it.
So good food, wonderful time, lots of booze and one knockout kiss. Literally. I have a bump on my head.
*Note to self: Do not lean back unless there's some kind of support back there. Or something that ensures a soft landing. Cobblestones do not fall into either categories.*