Went and weighed in Saturday morning. Down 1.something pounds. Total of 104!!!!! Woot! I still would like to lose another 6 pounds, and have 10 pounds to "play" with. I wore a sundress on Saturday, one that I wore about 8-9 years ago. Fit pretty good! James liked it! And Sandy was sooo impressed. After I got home from WW, I cooked breakfast for James and I (ain't I a good lil' wife?), had some veg time (ahhhhhh!) and got ready to go for coffee with Sandy. Saturday was a GORGEOUS DAY (28 degrees C)so, James and I took the top off the jeep. It takes the 2 of to carry the f-ing hard top. So we put it in the shed, and I bend over to walk out under it. I'm almost out of the shed, and James says "Ew, don't look". Well, duh. So what do I do? I freaking looked.
I have to interrupt my story here, and jump back thru time.....
About a month ago, I went to the shed to get some round up, and grass seed to touch up the lawn. I opened the shed and realized that just piling crap in there all winter was a bad idea. So I got pissed off, and cleared everything out, and NICELY put everything back in. Now there is a place for everything and everything in it's place. As I was putting down the grass seed, and killing the weeds, I noticed 2 small holes going under the shed.......yup, mice holes. Blech!
So I looked. There it be. A dead mouse. Not only is the nasty thing dead, but SQUASHED!!! We moved some boxes around to support the weight of the hard top. Yes, I squashed a mouse!! NASTY!!!! So I see the dead flat mouse, realize what I did, and run screaming out of the shed! I am not a girly screamer, but I screeched my head off. James had never seen that side of me before. He was quite entertained! My strong manly husband used a shovel to dispose of the body. Whew!
So, we head down to Denny's to meet Sandy, and scoot over to Jax for coffee. Soooo nice out! Spent the afternoon drinking coffee and scaring James. He is going to skip coffee next week. To much talk about girly things. Poor James. He really should be used to it by now, right Sandy? what a wimp! lol
James and I were going to drive around for a little but, but saw some heavy rain clouds coming in. So we get home, and grab the damn top out of the shed. James and I have developed quite the technique to getting this thing on and off. Putting it on is pretty easy. We carry it back to the back of the jeep, and slide it on until James just has to support it while I just to the door and hop inside and pull it towards me. As it gets closer, I squat down and adjust it while he pushes. Usually works great. Not Saturday. I learned a very important lesson. One should not do this while wearing a very short little sundress. James got quite the show. He said he really didn't mind, tho........
Last weekend I sat out on the deck for an hour and burnt my chest. Apparently, I didn't learn my lesson. Maybe I thought that b/c it was hotter this weekend, I might be immune? Nope!
I decided to weed out my weed garden, and get it ready to be a flower garden. How hard could it be? DAMN HARD!!!! The morons that we bought our house from did not do a thing for the lawn or garden. When we moved in last year, we had about 3 blades of grass and the rest was dandelions. 3 bottles of Weed and Feed did the trick! The garden was a mess, too. Last year, all I did was PULL the weeds. This time.....I dug. I spent about 4 hours digging and pulling. I ended up taking off my shoes, and just sitting and kneeling in the dirt. By the time I was done, James literally had to carry me to the bathroom. I was FILTHY!!! My shower poof is kinda dark and stained from the amount of dirt i scrubbed off. Oh well, at least I got most of the weeds out! Plus, all the rusty nails, screws and thumbtacks are gone (WTF??). 4 hours in the hot sun playing in the dirt. Ya, burnt to a crisp! Way worse then my front. Hopefully this will go into a nice tan. And then I will match!
Note to self, by sunscreen. And don't let James take it to the roof of some skyscraper downtown. At least whoever else goes up there won't get burnt!
Cheers to Paris! Hopefully Big Bertha makes you her bi-atch while you are in the clink. Use you head, its that giant thing 3 feet above your ass.....don't drink and drive.
~That's Hot
~AH ;p
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