Tuckered Out

Ok, I'm defeated.... for today. I'm such a city girl. I was NOT built for the outdoors. I have the day off so this morning I thought, "I'd better get to the gym, then I'll come home and begin homework for my last semester of school." So I did. I went to the gym. It was arm day. Then, on the way home after a great workout I somehow decided that I can't stand the grass growing in our flower beds. I also noticed that the lawn guy hasn't been getting the side of the house. I asked Josh why, and he told the lawn man not to because there were wild flowers planted over there.

There were. Now it's just weeds, stickers and mess. I got the hair-brained idea that I would attempt to remedy the situation myself by weed whacking it all down. I've never used a weed whacker and I got my loving hubby teach me how to put gas in it and start it. Mind you, it's 12:30. Gettin' pretty hot out there and that thing is heavy and my arms are tired!

An hour and a half later, I barely put a dent in this small 8 by 20 area, and I'm feeling a bit faint. I over heated big time and I did the only thing I could do. I gave up. There are goat head stickers all over me. I had to stand outside by the dumpster and nearly surgically remove them from myself. DON'T weed whack stickers!!! I'm sure all you smart people already knew that. I have to learn the hard way. However, to give myself a break I didn't really know there were stickers in that grass till it was too late.

I guess I'll get to that homework now. (after a cold shower of course) I don't think I'll be weed whacking anything again any time soon. I will have to get the lawn mower out when it cools off a bit to get the rest of it. Come to think about it, I may just wait till someone else decides to do it. I'm tuckered out!