So I\u2019m 29. Ick. That would, however, explain the grey hair and inability to stay awake past midnight. Sigh. All I have left to look forward to now is flabby underarms and a sagging butt.<\/p>\n
Hold on, dog is barking. Be right back.<\/p>\n
Sorry about that but today is \u201cwork on the roof\u201d day in my neighborhood. I guess I missed that memo. The house behind mine is getting a new roof so they are up there ripping off the old shingles and my next door neighbor is having her chimney repaired to they\u2019re out there spraying sealant and other good stuff. Poor Artie is totally freaked out. Seeing people walking around on the roof drives him batty. Guess it just doesn\u2019t look natural to him. So this morning, when they climbed up there at 8:30 and started ripping away, he went into super bark mode and hasn\u2019t quite calmed down yet.<\/p>\n
But I had a wonderful birthday. I am now the proud owner of a flat screen monitor, ice cream makers, and stepping stone kit. Oh yes, Beanie sent me the cutest koi lantern. I think it\u2019s suppose to be hung but I like it better nestled next to the pond. I snapped a pic for your viewing pleasure and yes, that\u2019s the dumb dog drinking the stagnant pond water. Makes picking up the poop oh so pleasurable. Grrrrr.<\/p>\n
This day is just flying by. Already 1pm and I haven\u2019t even managed to get out of my PJ\u2019s yet. But hey, it\u2019s Monday and Mondays are always tough. I figure, tomorrow, I should be dressed by at least 11am. I know, I\u2019m pushing it, but I\u2019m just a livin\u2019-on-the-edge type girl.<\/p>\n
Don\u2019t work too hard!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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