Friday, September 5, 2025

Boring Week

Good ole Rick asked me last evening why his favorite storyteller hasn't been on her blog.

I told him nothing was going on in my life.

What?  C'mon did you ever tell them about Pit Hole City. That cracks me up.
Yep

Your family alone is a funny story - pick one.  
Nah

How about the time I told the folks on the island we were just married when we weren't, and everyone bought us drinks.  Oh, you were in rare form that day, Margaret.
Why? Because I made you buy them all drinks for lying to them?
No, but when they got on the ferry with us you about flipped out.  
I didn't want to continue this charade. But you were a hoot.
Nope.

Okay then, I'm sure I've done something stupid recently.
Oh yeah.
Well then.
But it's not funny, you were pissing me off.
Oh

Did you ever tell them how I make up stories and you always believe me and then you repeat them and look like a damn fool?
Yes, I have, and it frustrates me that you think that is so damn funny.
Oh c'mon you do too.
Okay, but the funnies don't always have to be at my expense.
Oh, but they do Margaret. You're a funny woman and yet so gullible,
Hmm....

So here it is Friday, and nothing new and exciting happened to me.

I strapped on my back brace and power-washed the walkway to my front door/porch and the steps.  It took it all out of me.  How damn pathetic. My spine will be the death of me.  I was hurting when I finished and when I got to the end, I collapsed on the grass for a minute.  I got up and put things away.

I had planned on power washing my driveway, but I couldn't do it.
Not all in the same day, I realized. 

Instead, I came in and took two Tylenol and began scratching all the fire ants that bit me while I collapsed in the grass.

I HATE fire ants. I totally forgot about the fire ants. As I mentioned, I had never seen fire ants until moving here. 
I never lived anywhere where this was an issue.
No sitting on the grass here. They are so gross. The bites that is. 

So no story here - just a bite-infested boring week. 
Hope yours was more fun.





2 comments:

Barbara said...

Haha. The fire ants are fierce bitters. You love that power washer. I can understand it. Even though it whips you physically, you have visual proof that you've accomplished something. Organizing the sock drawer is a lot easier on your back. LOL

Margaret (Peggy or Peg too) said...

Yes, but my sock drawer is organized. :-( i do love to powerwash. If I physically could id do the neighborhood for free. It relaxes me mentally. Weird I know.