08/30/2026
All I wanted was to have a productive day. Let’s just say… none of those w**ds got tackled today. 😂
Of course, everything that could possibly go wrong decided to go wrong. No gas in the push mower. Couldn’t find a charged battery for my w**d eater to save my life. Ran out of pig feed and had to make a mad dash before they closed at noon.
Then the push mower decided to quit working—and of course, Joe wasn’t home to fix it. 🤦♀️ We were also completely out of bug spray and oils, so I basically became an involuntary buffet for every bug in Middle Tennessee.
And don’t even get me started on the stupid heat.
But… I did manage to make a pretty bouquet. Does that count as a productive day?
I’m calling it a win and leaving the w**ds for another day.