First Day of Summer Vacation!

This morning I woke up, thankfully not at 5:30 a.m., and decided to begin today with the yard. While it has numerous beautiful plants, flowers and trees, it is absolutely littered with weeds. They're everywhere. Some of them are even at knee level, and if you know how tall I am, that's saying a lot. In order to tackle a job of this magnitude, I needed the proper equipment: magenta and floral print gardening gloves, and a big ol' bottle of Round Up. After a quick trip to Lowe's, I was armed and ready to go.


I need to backtrack here and give some exposition. (Sorry, it's the English teacher in me.) I hate, I mean loathe yard work. Ask my mother! I used to give any excuse in the book not to help out. I would complain and whine about being too hot, take frequent bathroom breaks, and finally just collapse in the grass and refuse to move. Needless to say she gave up on asking for my assistance and would just offer me going outside and chatting with her while she did all the work and I swatted away bugs. Bless her heart. 


Now that I have a yard of my own, I surprisingly want to work in it, but I'm still a super-wimp. I lasted just shy of two hours including a chunk of time where the mailman decided he wanted to meet me and struck up a conversation. Is that normal? I've never had a postal worker introduce himself directly. Either he's really just that friendly or it could have been because my rear was sticking out like mad while trying to rescue my hosta plants from the strangling roots of wild grass. It looks as if I've barely scratched the surface.


I'm ready for my pedicure now.