I had high hopes of getting lots of things done yesterday knowing full well we might see showers during the day. Sunday was supposed to be clear and sunny and I could do the bulk of the chores on Sunday if we got rained out on Saturday. Imagine how pissed off I was to be awakened by the sound of rain (not showers) today, Sunday. I didn’t do my weed spraying ( I hate having to spray but weeds in the country are totally different than weeds in the suburbs. My sister kinda gave me the holier than thou "I don’t use chemicals in my garden" speech yesterday. She has less than a 1/4 acre of land which is mostly occupied by a house. I have 11 acres and live in grass seed country–I have grass growing everywhere–even in places I definitely don’t want it.) because Sunday was going to be sunny and dry. Now its wet and there’ll be no spraying today and it will have to wait another week and the weeds will be bigger and my in laws will be here in3 weeks. I’m officially panicking now.
Last night was prom night for Miss Ruby:
Graduation is right around the corner. And the 18th birthday too. Dang.
I’m almost done with my book, Invisible Prey by John Sandford and have 1 1/2 string bags made for teacher’s gifts. Things are moving along even though its allergy season and all I really want to do is take a nap. All day. Every day. At least the rain is conducive for that…