|Because nothing says accomplishment like cleaning the cat box.|
Too bad I didn't have a second to spare before starting work because then I could have spent some much fantasized about time sitting naked atop this list.
Instead, I spent some much fantasized about time putting the spong away where I don't have to fucking see it.
|What do you mean you can't see it either?|
|TEE DAH this only took me two hours and a hundred swears.|
That tore it. I had to do it. IT WAS NOW OR NEVER. Otherwise I was going to have to look at that grody spong forever. And lest you think that I typoed back there, I did not. We call it a Spong. Like 'Dong' with a 'Sp'.
You get it.
And understand me.
Thanks for understanding. I like that about you guys.
Anyway, the spong and scrubber brush and drain stopper and just whatever the fuck else I decide I want to put in there have homes where I don't have to look at their grodiness.
Especially the spong though. It's the grodiest. Though I'm not sure why it grosses me out.
In my spree of getting shit done before starting full time work again, I did other shit, too.
|Like breaking down all of our food for hiking the John Muir Trail.|
|Which included moving the contents of giant jars of peanut butter and Nutella into squeeze tubes yay fuck.|
All I have to say about packing food for two weeks of backpacking is that it completely blows.
I even tried to cheer myself on through it by getting all super organize-y with the laptop up with my spreadsheet tracker going and putting on fun movies in the background and letting myself eat a few peanut M&Ms, but it still sucked.
All I could think about was how much I was going to hate all of this food soon. And how I'd have to carry it while hating it. And smell it while hating it. And eat it while hating it.
My fervent hope is that I at least come home hating Nutella so that it can't taunt my thighs from the store shelves anymore.
I LOVE IT SO MUCH.
Anyway, yeah - I packed a lot of food up for our trip and I'm shipping half of it to our resupply guy this week and THANK YOU A MILLION TIMES to my amazing, badass, loves-to-put-messy-shit-into-squeeze-tubes sister who showed up just in time to put all the messy shit into squeeze tubes.
I was putting it off because the thought made me want to shit twice and die a thousand fiery deaths.
Can you guess what movie I was watching while I did this? If you can, we are soul mates. If not, blow me.
I did, in fact, manage to get to the bottom of that final to do list and, as my reeeeward, I fucked around in the garden for a while.
|It's something. Not a lot. But something.|
|Tiny lemon cucumber|
And, not on my written list, but in my mental mind list FOREVER, was a trip to float in Lake Tahoe. Which I SO did even when all things were conspiring against me to just forget about it.
|FORGET YOU, life's responsibilities|
|Instead of blood in my veins, I have the icy cold water of Lake Tahoe. Think about that, why don't you. Also, loving my hat Dig - all my friends in Tahoe want one now, too. So, like, expect orders.|
|I'm sure you can see why I love it here.|
Then I did a bunch of other shit that had just been languishing in the back of my head being all, "You know, just get to me whenever you have a free minute, Mrs. I'm Too Busy For Everything Jerk Bitch."
Seriously, it's rude in there.
|Planted my lamb's ear some buddies.|
|Picked a shit ton of Gravenstein apples.|
|Went on a death march style hike with the goofball dog who doesn't know how to use a backpack and my beloved Bubba who definitely knows how to use a backpack.|
|Watched Bubba pump his balls. |
This wasn't on my list, but I'm sure you understand why I had to include it anyway. Because of how you guys all understand me, remember? You remember.
Also, I said balls.
|Bid a tearful farewell to my hydro cucumber and eggplant crop. Love you, babies! Be good and don't get whitefly!|
|I hugged all of these hops.|
|I ate all of these peaches. Thanks, Nan!|
|Make crockpot plum jam.|
|Sampled the awesome Belgian that Bubba and I brewed.|
|Drank a LOT of cocktails while swinging in my recently resurrected Sky Chair.|
|Planted the long-coveted pineapple guava.|
I'm a working woman again.
And IT'S FUCKING GREAT.
We'll chat on it.