I worked out in the yard yesterday, and believe me… it needs a lot more tender loving care. I go for weeks now without mowing or weeding. I just don’t feel like doing it, so I avoid the chore, just as YsD would. Heh. Never thought I’d draw that parallel, did you?

It all falls on me, which is why the hedge looks like a monster ate half the top and thought it tasted bad and stopped.

Anyway, this morning my allergies are freaking killing me. I feel especially horrible, which is why I took half a benadryl.

I always take half. Every single time. And like I just did, I always end up walking back to the kitchen 30 minutes later to take the other half. What the hell is up with that? Why don’t I just take the entire thing and get it over with? And no, I don’t expect an answer from anyone, not even myself.

I couldn’t find my machete yesterday, so now I’m on a quest… Arthur, who helped me look last night, swears it ‘disappeared’. Uh huh. Now when I find it I can wave it in his face and yell things like ‘avast, ye scoundrel!’ and ‘give Cap’n Blood her due, boy!’

That ain’t the benadryl talking, either.