And it's not like I'm not busy because I am. I've had lunch with a friend, worked a little on the computer (actual work, and not cyber-stalking), I ran 4 miles, finished reading a book, and I'm about to go donate blood. If donating blood doesn't trump everyone else's day as productive then I don't know what does. Perhaps I'll donate a kidney tomorrow.
Anyway, in all my free time, I've gotten really good at making a mocha frapaccino that rivals Starbucks...I gave myself a dang good pedicure...
Do you see the Fitness magazine next to my pretty toes? I read it and almost threw it into the fireplace. Except that would have done no good because I have no logs in the fireplace. Oh yeah...and it's 147 degrees today, so no need for the fire. Shockingly, the magazine was chock full of buff and trim women who do simple things like leg lifts. I'm sorry...have leg lifts EVER done anything for anyone other than prove that yes, you do have cellulite? The magazine has been sitting there for the last month and I scoff every time I see it. Even under my pretty toes.
Also, I hauled various objects from my backyard to the front yard for trash pick up.
That's right. MANUAL LABOR.
I hate working in the yard. Which is surprising because I like to be outdoors and I like to sweat. Even in Texas on June 21 when it's 147 degrees outside. I just don't like the unknown of flowerbeds: the critters or slithering creatures and just what in the world to do with all the plants that JUST KEEP GROWING. Stop growing for heaven's sakes! On Saturday, I decided to attack some green vines with my new pruning shears. Turns out, a machete would have worked better. But I found some good stuff!
Apparently, the previous owners aren't missing their butterfly stone (atrocious), boogie board (hidden behind the A/C unit), the lattice work thing (that I pulled off of the fence with my bare hands and brut strength), and the big tree stump (that I unearthed and found NO snakes!). It was productive to say the least.
Take that tax-payers!
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