The Things in My Head today are:
Fresh mulch stinks worse than pig shit. Believe me. Ok. Maybe not worse, but the smell of fresh mulch really gets on my nerves.
I have had the last 3 days off, and I have been one dish washing machine. Who do the people who live in this house think that they are? And how can 3 people go through so many freaking dishes?
I have lawn mowing to do today, along with turning the compost. Sounds like wild, and crazy times doesn’t it?
namaste.
