Saturday, May 16, 2009
He sure did. I was out weeding. This is enough to get a gasp out of a couple of you. Weeding is outside work. I usually frown upon that. I shake my head and whisper a very polite but firm, "No." For good reason. If I touch the wrong thing I break out in big yellow bubbles all over any exposed skin and then I have to take steroids. "Convenient." Perhaps. But true.
Yesterday I had enough. The never ending rain has brought more weeds than I have ever seen. I decided to do some "outside work" so I got some gloves and some clippers and starting cutting and pulling.
Mickey was out with me rolling around, looking so happy. I thought he was just so glad to be out front with me in the sun. He came running over to me, wiggling and shaking and his whole head was black and he smelled like I had kept a dead animal in the trash can under the counter for a week. I gagged like my friend Ashley does, which is really annoying.
He got a bath. It was gross.
I was right. Outside work is stupid.
So I Said... Amy at 10:10 PM