Oh, Shucks

Today  I have such a dastardly job to do that I might just have to leave early to go do it.  I'm tryin' to whine here.  It seems my services are needed to meet an AC guy up at the Farm on Friday morning, and since that's really tough duty, and seeing as how much I hate going up there, I may need to shag on out of here early this afternoon, and go spend the night.  By myself.  That way I'm there when he arrives on Friday.  Tough job, no?  Am I convincing you??  Nah...I didn't think so.

With weather like this, I can hardly wait.  Throwing those doors and windows open, and letting in that fresh air just makes me want to throw my head back and squeal like a piglet.  The only thing that could spoil this is an uninvited guest, so don't even say the word raccoon. My plan is to take up more rose fertilizer, the big clippers, work gloves, and my pink John Deere hat (thanks again, Jodi) and head down to the little house and do some clipping, assuming I can clip the things that need it.  Last time, some of the branches were so large, I couldn't squeeze hard enough to cut all the way through them.  Then my significant other told me to "use my legs", to which I nearly sailed a pair of clippers in his direction. 

The word is, the AC guy is likely to take hours.  Maybe even all day.  Fine.by. me.  I'm sure I can come up with something to do.  I might even zip in and grab some lunch at King's and pay a visit the Purple Umbrella.  They might have gotten in a little somethin' I need.  If I don't look, I won't know, so I better stop in.                                       

 I'm thinking this little outing couldn't have come at a better time because I think the heating element just went out on our dryer, and a certain someone is likely to not be in a very good mood when  I tell him--especially considering we just bought a washer last week.  Yeppp...time to head out.

Since I am computer-less up there, I'll check back in on Saturday.  Enjoy your weekend and remember, it's all in the little stuff.

RIP, Dick Clark.