Cardio with a motive

We're going out of town for the weekend, and the back yard looked really awful. There were weeds the were as tall as my shoulders. The kids didn't seem to want the money they'd get paid for doing it, so I did. Yes, I will take the money, and yes I will gloat when I buy ice cream or candy or something equally evil with it. No, I will not spend any of it on the kids, but I might on Eric.

It might not have been the brightest thing I've done this year, though. It's 99* and sunny outside. I couldn't put it off until evening, though, because we're leaving when Eric gets home. Still, you know you're hot when you feel like you have to cool down a little before you can get a shower. Ick. I'm all sweaty and have grass clippings stuck to me. Lucky for me we have a smallish yard; I got the whole thing done before I passed out.

So why couldn't it wait until Sunday? I just hated the idea of coming home to that jungle. Yeah, that's it. Beating our next-door neighbors to the punch had absolutely nothing to do with it.

I need a shower, and I need to finish packing. Have a good weekend and I'll be back Sunday.