Ah - Sunday... mostly

Now as I have previously documented here there is a morning routine in our house - it is controlled by those four legged furry children I have, and when they are ready to greet the day - I am made aware of that fact. Usually with a cold nose and a scrape down my leg, arm (insert exposed body part here). I can get one "go lay down" a morning then it's urgent cold nose and 4 layers of skin gone to bring the point home that "the bladder is full lady".

That being said, Sunday usually work like this - I'm up, dogs are out, in, fed and happy. I am up. I sit and usually watch 3/4's of the Sunday morning show I like. Then I hear the bed, the floor and the shower - I know I've got 20 minutes tops.

Then HE arrives downstairs - announces to all (which would be me - as the dogs really don't care after all their needs have been tended to..) "get moving you have things to tend to." At this point I settle in; because I know the things that "I must tend to" aren't going to be to my liking. Today HIS plan is for ME to weed the yard, while he does - whatever I usually quit listening half way through - saves the blood pressure meds y'know?

Anywho - he announces he's headed out for bagels, groovy. I quick shower after all I am headed outside to dig in the dirt, do the morning caffeine fix and await my bagel. And wait - and wait... it isn't until later in the day I found out he went and got his car washed FIRST - then stood in line forever to get the bagels. And I'm the poky one - go figure.

So breakfast enjoyed, I got to read a lot of the Sunday paper - as I had the time - then we head outside to weed and deal with things. The pups tagged along and frankly, it could have been much worse - like 100 degrees and 600 percent humidity... instead it was sunny, nice low humidity and a lovely breeze - fab-u-lous!! Still hot and sticky and gross when done pulling weeds but hey - like I said take the good when you get it and don't complain.

We discovered that those gross looking stink bugs have invaded our tree - and our neighbors tree so every time Bubba cut a branch 300 of the darn things would come flying at me.. ick and double ick.... We killed as many of those darn things as we could but they flew away every time I got close with the small shovel...

Bubba went to the local big chain hardware store, got dirt--- yes we had to buy dirt to fill the doggy pot holes that our lovely pair of diggers are making. He asked about the invader bugs - Bubba brought home some stuff - sprayed where they were and then described the scene....

"I sprayed all under the railing of the deck where they were hiding - this stuff stinks like a toxic cloud - those darn bugs crawled up to the to the top of the railing, dried off the toxic and went back to where they came from! Nothing is killing these things!"

I then had the mental image of these gross looking bugs taking all that bug spray and snorting it like some kind of drug then looking me going "Ain't gone yet sister!! Bwaaa ha ha ha!!"

I may need to take something to sleep well tonight - we'll see if I have an open bottle of something. (insert icky shiver here)

Bubba has settled in with some Star Wars movie - one of the 2nd batch and I lost interest quickly - whoever wrote that dialog should be forced to watch that crap over and over again until his brain is oozing out his ears... man oh man. This is why I read - and now sit on the computer.

And in a final tribute to routines of the day - as soon as I sat down at the computer from the other room we here, "What are you doing in there?"

Playing bridge with the stink bugs dear - can you lend me 20 bucks? I'm losing my shirt in here.