I looove the idea of everyone posting "what I'm mad about today", but some days I'm not mad. Some days I'm all Pollyanna-ish. I do love to read a good rant, though, no matter what my mood.
Paintypants, I know that my measly 28 pounds is a ridiculous amount to whine over, but thats exactly whats ridiculous - it's only 28 flippin' pounds and I can't figure out why I don't just take it off, keep it off and quit wasting my time obsessing over it. Instead, I build it up into a big deal that I manage to make myself miserable over. Stupid. Makes me think I must really want to be miserable.
I've accepted the fact that DH is just going to have to prune those d*mn trees, so I'm rounding up 5 gallon buckets to upend over each and every plant and then I'm going to stand there all day and supervise. And it really doesn't matter if he can appreciate my garden - I do and I love working in it so that's what matters. I haven't even gotten started on the succulent project, Sugar. That will be after I get things weeded and mulched. Maybe by next October. Maybe.
TPBM really needs a compliment today.

It took me over 45 minutes. And it was boring, even though it was a gorgeous sunny day. But I did it. If I'd brought a bag, I could have picked up at least a dozen refundable cans.
but they practiced it some more and are doing it. This bunch of kids is just fearless. Unlike their poor mothers.