There have been many stinky moments figuritively, realistically, and all the -ly's inbetween in the last 2 1/2 weeks. However, that makes our funny moments all that more enjoyable and laughable. Granted, we laugh at some inappropriate times at this point because laughing feels better than crying sometimes.
This morning I have entertained myself greatly.
I decided it was time to edge the yard. The boys were mowing and certainly I could handle edging with a weed eater.
Certainly...in an alternative universe maybe.
It only took me about 5 minutes to get the weed eater started. I was pleased things had started on a high note. I then proceeded to "edge" along the driveway. That is if your definition of "edge" means to throw dirt, grass, and weeds onto our roof while digging a trench. I definititely was getting the hang of "edging."
As I created yet another curlicue swirl in my husband's grass I looked up to him standing in our front doorway.
He did not look as impressed as I felt.
He was not laughing with glee like I was.
"I don't know what the h*$$ I'm doing," I called out.
He agreed with me there.
So I got a quick tutorial in edging. I'm pretty sure I didn't follow the instructions. I'm also pretty sure I won't be giving up this life of leisure I'm living to become a professional landscaper. In fact, I'm pretty sure Hon's going to feel up to edging sooner than he should.
At least I find myself funny.
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