2 days down, 2 more to go!

So my day started with this and boy did it throw me into a funk! But because of my OCD, I'm not one to let something like that happen and just let it be. So I cancelled my Friday plans, put on some of M's junky work clothes, my old dirty shoes and got to work. I turned the dirt and kept trying to get the bone dry dirt to mix with the sopping wet dirt. It wasn't perfect but it's working despite finding roots about more than 10 feet long and 2 inches round winding through my backyard but I will not let it deter me!

So I dug and dug and dug. M said from the pictures it looked like I was digging myself a tunnel to China (or maybe Spain so my aching body could just get a hug from him) and quite frankly, I may very well be because who knows what I'll find when I continue my work.

Here are some pictures. Hopefully I'll have beautiful, luscious green "after" pictures to show in a few weeks. But I'm not holding my breath. And you shouldn't either.

See that pretty little shiny hacksaw in picture #3? Yea that's right, I used it. :) HA! M made sure to tell me that this was his kind of job (which it's totally up his alley; I'm a much better leader AKABoss) but oh well. And see my pretty little cucumber and tomato plants? Awww. Hopefully they didn't get flooded out.

So after all the work, we took a break at the pool for a few hours where we swam and laid in the sun then I came back and did some more. I am pooped, my body is sore, I have to clean the house, do a couple more loads of laundry, wrap some gifts and cook one of the entrees for a baby shower tomorrow. Throw in the fact that I had a overly clingy, fussy little girl who took daddy's words, "Take care of Mommy" literally and stayed up til 10P and you got me doing none of the things I need to do but instead hitting this:

Yes, that's right. I'm hitting the hard stuff because I love me a whiskey sour and my favorite wine, Crane Lake Riesling, just isn't gonna cut it after a day like this. And if I finish it off, oh well. It's been a rough day and M is thousands of miles away, in a beautiful beachfront room. Seriously, aren't these pictures to die for?

He's living the life right now...not to mention he's in Europe where ding, ding, ding, the very liberal women make every beach a nude beach. Woohoo! NOT.

Excuse me while I finish off my bottle. :rollseyes: Good night!