Frrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!
Okay listen.
This one’s for the booooooys. (sung like Martina McBride) But actually, it’s not only for the boys. Because you see, I do all our yard work. All the mowing, the edging, the weeding, the pruning, the primping. That’s me. This girl. Your girl. (<–sorry) But the one thing I do need Aaron’s help with is pulling out the little string in the top of the edger so that I can . . . edge. But you guys, this task sends him to a deep dark emotional place where all he sees is red. (Hence, why I ask because it’s dumb and stupid and should not be that difficult, but it is. It breaks off constantly and I hate it so much.)
So this one’s for anyone who does the eeeeeeeedgiiiiing. (sung like Martina McBride)
No but wait, this is what I want. (said like Sally Albright. Sorry! This is who I am!) I do not want to purchase an entire new edger. That’s too much moolah and we’re in a frugal era. Is there some sort of attachment that I could buy for our existing edger that does NOT involve string? Something on the side? Ladies, if you do not do your edging, go ask your partner. I’ll wait. Go ask!
. . . . .
Okay what did they say? What’s the best option for me? Do you think one of those nightmare-on-elm-street saw-like discs will do the trick? Or something else? What else is there? And can I get something like an attachment? Something on the side? Please tell me I can do this for twenty dollars.
Also please don’t tell me I’m buying a herd of goats.
My kids leave for week-long overnight camp on Sunday and is it awful to talk about how excited I am?
For them! For them!
…for me.
And them!
I haven’t shot a single recipe since mid May. Not a single one. My floors are crusty and my baseboards dusty and my ceilings webby and my laundry heavy. I’m going to get so much done! Books will be read. Miles will be run. Estate sales perused and shown. Recipes filmed. A one-time deep clean on Monday and then a simple Mary Poppins snappidy snap tidy-up after that. A change-out of Aaron’s bathroom curtain. A hanging of thrifted art that’s been leaning against a wall for weeks. A hanging of that brass corner thingy I’ve had since mid-April. Of 1976. An under-the-bed deep clean. Maybe even a garage deep clean! Ambitious? Yes? Delusional? Also yes.
Basically I plan to hole up in my brain for the entire week and not speak to a single human.
Just kidding!
. . . maybe.
Okay just real quick, here’s my summer reading wishlist. Just for me personally. I have a big wish list that will take me into next year, but I’ll start with what I want to read through the end of September. Ready? And tell me if yours is similar. This is all I can talk about really. Isn’t it wonderful?
Eight in total. Completely doable. Are we similar? You’re like, “No, freak.”
Weekend plans?
We have a little pool time in the works for the afternoon, then soccer tryouts tonight and tomorrow morning, a birthday party tomorrow afternoon, some final camp packing to wrap up, some care-package goodies to put together for camp, and some Every Summer After progress to make. Loving it so far.
I did post a fun Sunday afternoon picnic reel that I had with Fareway Meat Markets. It was absolutely magical. You have my full permission to recreate it.
Okay, edger attachment! (on the side) Tell me the goods because Aaron will combust if we have to buy more string. Thank you! Bye now!
I can chill.
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