The Problem Of Having an Irish Temper

[trystinn]

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.