The countdown is on.
Two more days to go. And then it's Staycation time once again.
I can't wait!
Staycation is my annual week off to play around the house.
It's never long enough.
A week long, ass-busting festival of To-Do's that may (Or may not) see completion.
I've begin "The List" already.
Surprisingly, the list doesn't change all that much from year to year.
SM is invited to attend. I've already mentioned the annual Clean Out and Reorganize The Garage.
All I got in reply was a groan.
I might have heard a muttered "Not again."
I don't count on SM for hard labor during Staycation. Sometimes he's with me and sometimes he runs and hides. All the signs this year appear to suggest the latter.
Can't blame him. I can become Scary Drill Sargent during Staycation.
Do this, do that. All the poor man can hope for is that I wear my sorry butt out working the garden, spreading mulch, pulling weeds, reorganizing the kitchen, staining, painting.....
Run and hide, Baby.
Run and hide...