What a day. WHAT! A! DAY! That would be today, um… May the thirty-first. Yes. That one. So, we basically tore up the yard of a church and rebuilt it. Here’s the story, the scoop, the WAY low down on the situation. When I awoke I was dragged forth from bed to take a short, cold shower and then almost instantly I was dragged into the mean, cruel world of gardening work. This whoever may be reading, is no manly task. None WHATSOEVER! I’m more of a monster truck, bulldozer kind of guy. But anyway, after spending… I’d say around A REALLY LONG TIME tearing the mean nature away so it didn’t choke the wanted nature, I got a five second meal to attempt to re-energize. I cannot honestly say it didn’t help. After a ham, turkey, and roast beef sandwich I was ready to go. And man did I go! Not potty mind you. I was a machine out there (along with all my yard-work buddies), as we killed ants, speedily spread these little brown twig things everywhere (it’s name escapes me), and went so far as to almost move bushes around in order to make room for this miniscule fountain. It was a BEAUTIMUS fountain though. I again cannot deny it. And finally, after many tears and joyful smiles, we were done. WHAT A DAY! *fwoof* That was a mouthful…
An unnamed individual
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