Just Another Day

in Paradise.




Remember that song?





Phil Collins?


Anybody?








I spent the day weeding my gardens,
vegetable and flower,
cleaning outside,
cleaning inside,
exchanging winter clothed for summer clothes (YAY!)
for all the kids,
doing laundry,
creating a flyer for Emma’s dance recital,
and putting trusses on the Chicken Shack.

Along with all the cooking and dishes that goes with any day.





I’m tired.

And hot.

But it was a good day.

Got lots done.






Even though this happened.


Every morning I sit and have my coffee and check my e-mail and blogs.

It’s half an hour for me.




I get geared up and ready for the day.








Well this morning,
I must have been particularly engrossed in what I was reading,
‘cause just around the corner this was happening.

See the soap on the left?
It was a brand new bottle.
It made lots of bubbles.







The culprit.

I want his life.

Only sometimes.