3:52 p.m. - 2005-06-27
If that's what a weekend off is, I don't want anymore. Bedroom walls are half glazed, yard is half mowed and half watered, laundry is all washed, but not folded or put up. Everything half finished for the sake of helping the hubby. I drove several tractors, pulled the grain cart, and ran the grain drills. I filled the grain drills up (with 50 pound sacks of seed) by myself. This on top of practicing for and playing the piano at church. I think if I had finished any one thing I would have a feeling of accomplishment today. Alas, it was not to be.
Good news is my friend gets here tomorrow, and I think I will be caught up enough at work to take a little time off while she's here to play. I'm pretty darned excited.
At the top of the page right now is a banner for hothead, and it says "I don't have time to put on makeup everyday. I need that time to clean my RIFLE." I haven't read much of her yet, but I will. And rest assured, I will also be stealing that line. Possibly daily.
Now I'm off to clean my rifle. Or, you know, process permits. Something.
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