August 5, 2010
It is so bad that yesterday I went by and had my finger nails painted. I dug and pulled every piece of grass from the vegetable garden and the flowers. I was wearing gloves, thinking I would not hurt the new polish. I was wrong; this morning there is hardly any of the polish left on my nails not to mention the dirt that I cannot get out from under my nails. I guess being a girly-girl is not what I am meant to be. I had rather dig in the dirt than worry about that lady like junk. Those people who painted my nails must wonder what in this world?I hope that what I have done is not the yard art we decided to call this. I have no gnomes or wind chimes. There are bird feeders, an iron fish, and the pine cones. The iron fish hangs above the fish pond. There are only two humming bird feeders, two of the sock thingy’s and three regular bird feeders. Yes, I have a hobby that is considered therapy from many professionals. Take away the Prozac and Zoloft folks just start digging in the dirt. I promise it will make you so very happy.