The Problem Of Having an Irish Temper
Jul. 20th, 2008 10:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I was still seething this evening from having the Bunhalla bunnies let loose, so I thought I would do a bit of gardening to work of the mad. Energy is energy, burning it off doing something I hate anyway seemed as good of an idea as any. Far better than pulling out the Voodoo and Santeria books to see if I can get some back at whomever did it.
So at 9pm, I was out front on my knee board digging in the front herb bed. *eye roll* I'm sure the neighbors now think I'm a wacko, but at that time of night its still the brightest part of twilight.
But its done and I'm wiped out, so mission accomplished. Off to the tub with a Simon R. Green novel and a glass of port.
So at 9pm, I was out front on my knee board digging in the front herb bed. *eye roll* I'm sure the neighbors now think I'm a wacko, but at that time of night its still the brightest part of twilight.
But its done and I'm wiped out, so mission accomplished. Off to the tub with a Simon R. Green novel and a glass of port.