I took Thursday and Friday off and I have to say they were both brilliant weather days. We decided to go ahead with the lime, fertilizer and milky spore treatment to the yard since rain is in the forecast. Thursday morning we got up and then measured the yard. It turns out we have approximately 48,000 square feet of grass/flower beds. Yep, that’s a lot. A fuckload, actually. We bought bags of all of the above supplies and then I started walking behind the spreader. Let me tell you, that’s a lot of yard especially since each bag was about 40lbs. So, when you say that you walked around the yard and people are all like so what, just remind them you were pushing a minimum of 40lbs around and they will back right off the whimp calling.
The better-half got a summons to his mother’s on Friday morning so I ended up pushing the spreader around for hours by myself on Friday and I’ve decided that his mother isn’t pathetic–she’s just his cover. You know, when there’s something he’d rather not do, he gets his mother (or her minions) to call up and drag him over to her house. Then when I’m finished with the laborious task, he comes home*.
Last night we went over to my sister’s to celebrate The Niece’s sixth birthday. I think she really enjoyed the goings on. I hope she had a good day today with all her friends. I’m sure my sister and brother-in-law are tired this afternoon since I think there were 10 friends coming to her party today. I decided when I had to pry myself out of bed this morning that walking around and around the yard yesterday wasn’t so bad, but spending several hours picking up kids last night combined with strenuous yard work wasn’t such a good idea. Thank goodness for Motrin.
We’re having cobia tonight and I’m going to attempt to redeem myself by making stuffed artichokes. I made artichokes years ago and failed miserably. I don’t even remember eating any of them. I think I screwed them up and we pitched them. Here’s the recipe for stuffed artichokes.
*This is so very not true.