The Strike is Ovah.


That little temper tantrum didn’t last long, but boy does crappy weather put us in a bad mood.  Today was much more seasonable, and productive.

Ted and I seem to be at an impasse about the yard work.  He doesn’t like to see me work?  So, while I REALLY hate to complain about this…I like working in the yard.  I pick up the mafia scissors (you know the ones…they look like they were designed to cut off a toe) to do a little pruning, and he immediately takes over.  I pick up a rake, and within minutes he’s got the rake.  The only thing he won’t touch is my flower garden.  He doesn’t know a weed from a daisy, so he’s not going near it. I fixed his wagon and decided to put the herbs we got yesterday in there.  I could tell he wanted to take the trowel away from me, but decided against it.  Besides, the youngest spawn was eager to help so I didn’t do all of the work.  I was considering planting some of the hot peppers in there as well, but he gave me the stank eye as he grabbed those along with the tomatoes and shoved them inside the gate of one of our veggie plots.  Point taken.  I know when to back off.

He went back to work on the front bed we decided to tackle today, and clearly was not going to let me help.  As he’s said before, my job is to “stand around and look hot.”  LMAO.  I went and got a manicure.  He stayed home and performed a small miracle on that bed.  I guess I’ll wait to do my yoga until he is finished gardening for the day.

Rufus Dragon continues with his daily groundhog patrol.  This consists of napping all day until I pull up in the driveway, at which point he hops up and makes a mad dash to the groundhog hole in the back yard.  He then pops over to the neighbor’s yard to check the various holes that Phil has made over there.  After he makes his rounds, he comes back and harasses one of us until he gets a treat.

Just another day in the life.

Next…tomorrow’s forecast looks pretty nice.  Of course, I have to work but I imagine Ted will be out in it.  I’m not going to tell him yet about Tuesday’s weather.  You might hear him sobbing from here.

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