Hey there, awesome readers!
And so it’s Sunday and while I don’t usually post on Sundays, I just sat down (after working in the yard ALL DAY) and checked analytics because my body is too sore to do anything else and it appears that while I’ve been out killing myself, a lot of you have been coming to this site to see if anything is new and so I’m kind of feeling a bit of peer pressure to post an update.
To be honest, I really don’t mind because now that I’m sitting I may never be able to get up again because EVERY PART OF MY BODY HURTS. Even the pockets of my shorts hurt. But that may be just because I had a lot of things in them today like gloves and bags and rocks and my pockets have a history of being a little hypochondriacal.
Why was my yard such a mess? Because DOGS. I have two and my neighbour has one that often hangs out here. And while one dog plus one dog plus one dog equals three dogs, you have to factor in the exponentiation of mess that these dogs are capable of, which brings us to 17 dogs.
For the record, I have no idea what “exponentiation” means but it sounds right, doesn’t it?
Also, my brain hurts from being in the sun all day. Which would explain my use of yet-to-be invented words and a math that may only really work in my yard.
All that to say that despite all the dog poop, my yard is actually quite enchanting. In a watch-where-you-step kind of way.