I seem to be blogging about my lack of blogging more than I am actually blogging don’t I?
Well tonight Bruce is making me roast beef dinner. I tried to help, but he is bossy as fuck. So I did my Cinderella work and then got the hell out of the kitchen.
I am gonna blog instead.
And wait for my dinner to be served.
I am starving.
We are making yorkshire pudding too. My mouth waters in anticipation. I love Yorkshires.
I do have a funny blog to do about my hedge. You know the 20 foot one that blew down in the wind…
Bruce… a couple of weeks ago, started to chop the fallen down trees up. He did this while I was at work. Keeper? I think so.
I came home at five and he says to me, you will never believe what just happened.
He cut the tops of the trees off, which in turn made the trees apparently lighter, which then made the trees decide that they wanted to be standing up again.
See when they fell, they fell roots and all. So they are still alive and kicking, and now standing upright again. I was going to take a picture, cause the pruning job is hilarious. Especially considering it was supposed to be a firewood gig and not a pruning job.
On the bright side. I now have a hedge again.
On the down side, I found a lilac tree further down in my yard that fell over, same thing, too much water, no grip and leaning roots and all sideways. We are going to give it a haircut. Maybe it will follow suit with the firs and cedars right?
Well…this was our dinner.
I am freaking full. Apparently when you argue over how to do the yorkshire pudding, and whip each other with towels, they turn out better. Cause they rocked. I had three. Now I am full. And taking my old boy to bed…
Night all…happy Sunday night.