Archive for July 18th, 2008

This one’s for YOU, BRK.

*hides Stands behind Bear, like any healer would…*
/giggle sorry…I just couldn’t resist.

I have a weekly routine. It’s not much of one, but it’s mine, and it’s heavily dependant on what housing tells me their yardwork schedule is. For those that don’t know, I live on an army post. They cut the grass. They tell us our day is Thursday. OK. Great. So, as an owner of two rather large dogs, I have to make sure the yard is cleaned up the night before. So my schedule is usually Monday/Wed/Fri. They eat good food so…theres not much. Then Thursday night I set up the sprinkler and run it.

What do I hear this morning outside my bedroom window? A weed whacker. They’re a day late. So I leap out of bed, run out, clean up the Thursday leftovers, and wrap the hose up because these people don’t take their schedule seriously!! This is FRIDAY!!! it is NOT Thursday and I was robbed of my last hour of sleep. Bastards! At least hubby made coffee before he went back to work.

By the looks of things they had to jump in the lake again. I see wet sneakers, a shirt drying over a chair. I’m thinking his day might have started off worse than mine.

Edited To Add: I see said wet shirt has a huge tear in the back. Yep, his day definitely started out worse than mine. And he STILL made my coffee. Awwww!!!