It's rare I take a day off from work. I have incredible flexibility working from home. I would rather work a bit every day and take a long lunch or catch a movie one afternoon then take off a whole day. It took 10 long years of discipline to establish this damnit. At first I was all oh yea sleep in... watch some tv... take a walk... go get some lunch... watch more tv... WHAT DO YOU MEAN it's time for bed?!? Anyway, I take off on my birthday, every year.
The week leading up to my birthday was one full of joy of joys - yard work. We decided to change out our stone around the pool. Take out that stone. Put in new stone. And then all the trimming planting pruning moving watering blowing mowing cleaning wacking clearing. Thursday came and we weren't close to done. I, in some complete lapse of reason and mental fortitude said "lets just do it on my birthday! I can help move the new stone in and plant a garden! Oh and bury the irrigation system!" And yes, I said it with all that jollyness. All that glee. DID SOMEONE SLIP ME A MICKEY?!?!
I was up at dawn. Rented a wheelbarrow. Bought flats of flowers. Palm Food. Mulch. Bagels. Raring to go. ALL SET I TELL YOU! Then... while walking through the local grocery store, my phone rang. "Hello?"
"Don't rent a wheel barrow. I called the landscaper and he is going to bring over two guys to move the EIGHT TONS OF STONE from the front yard FIFTY YARDS to the back yard."
I hung up. Shrugged and returned the wheel barrow. At Home Depot the rental guy shook me to my core of existence.
"Back already?"
"Yea, the hubby hired someone to move all the stone."
"Wait. YOU were going to move stone?"
"Yes, fill the wheel barrow up push it into the yard dump it do it again."
"How much stone?"
"8 tons"
"Do you know what 8 TONS LOOKS LIKE?"
Then it dawned on me. That call. The call at the grocery store - the one while I was buying milk. It was a call from the Governor. And he saved my husbands life. Because homicide would have been on the birthday schedule if I had to do what I watched those two guys do for 2 hours in 101 degrees. INSTEAD, I sat out in 101 degress for 4 hours and did this:
Enzo gave me that gargoyle for my birthday - ain't he schweet? 
The week leading up to my birthday was one full of joy of joys - yard work. We decided to change out our stone around the pool. Take out that stone. Put in new stone. And then all the trimming planting pruning moving watering blowing mowing cleaning wacking clearing. Thursday came and we weren't close to done. I, in some complete lapse of reason and mental fortitude said "lets just do it on my birthday! I can help move the new stone in and plant a garden! Oh and bury the irrigation system!" And yes, I said it with all that jollyness. All that glee. DID SOMEONE SLIP ME A MICKEY?!?!
I was up at dawn. Rented a wheelbarrow. Bought flats of flowers. Palm Food. Mulch. Bagels. Raring to go. ALL SET I TELL YOU! Then... while walking through the local grocery store, my phone rang. "Hello?"
"Don't rent a wheel barrow. I called the landscaper and he is going to bring over two guys to move the EIGHT TONS OF STONE from the front yard FIFTY YARDS to the back yard."
I hung up. Shrugged and returned the wheel barrow. At Home Depot the rental guy shook me to my core of existence.
"Back already?"
"Yea, the hubby hired someone to move all the stone."
"Wait. YOU were going to move stone?"
"Yes, fill the wheel barrow up push it into the yard dump it do it again."
"How much stone?"
"8 tons"
"Do you know what 8 TONS LOOKS LIKE?"
Then it dawned on me. That call. The call at the grocery store - the one while I was buying milk. It was a call from the Governor. And he saved my husbands life. Because homicide would have been on the birthday schedule if I had to do what I watched those two guys do for 2 hours in 101 degrees. INSTEAD, I sat out in 101 degress for 4 hours and did this:
Enzo gave me that gargoyle for my birthday - ain't he schweet? 
