Yesterday I had to work later than I expected and missed playing golf with my friends. I got home wondering what I was going to do when my next door neighbor called and told me I needed to come over and drink margaritas. Woo. When I woke up this morning I was still a little drunk.
The worst part is a friend called to give me back my lawn mower and lend me his pressure washer. So instead of taking a nap, I ended up outside, trying to get the moss off of the driveway.
Just a random stranger dropping in to say:
I turned 29 today and I feel the exact same way…except I know not a thing about handy work other than taking the cans down the driveway to the curb for pick up…and moss, well I like it. I like the thin green veil that clings to things, reminds me of a time when nature was at it’s most innocent and there wasn’t a thing, or pressure washer, trying to get rid of it. 😉
Hmmm…wonder if Mslala would turn the pressure washer on you???