Guess what! GUESS WHAT!!! Mr. Rebel is home!!! Lookit! Lookit! Lookit! I took pictures of the mess around me to prove it!
See the computer corner? And the other end of my couch? (I'm sitting on the Mom end) Messy. Now I know why I don't work full time. The house disintegrates while I'm gone. Ugh.
No one else has this problem, right? You get really busy. The clutter piles up. The kids do whatever they want. That never involves cleaning of any sort. Y'all never have that happen.
The other thing you never have happen (I just know it!) is that bills and correspondence pile up, magazines, just stuff, on your flat surfaces. Never, right? I just know it.
Mr. Rebel does a fine job of capturing my mess. Don't you agree?
I took a picture of the coffee table and its mess. Aren't y'all the luckiest friends in the world, being treated to my mess? Why, it's almost like you're here. I don't not clean for just anyone you know. That's not exactly true. I don't clean much. But it's worse with my having been gone for days at a time.
Speaking of being gone, I'm having a great time in training. Today was Poop Tuesday. When I told the Hunny about it this weekend, he put his fingers in his ears and sang lalalala! He doesn't tolerate well body fluids and by-products. I was afraid that I'd be made to dissect human waste then tested on the process, but we went over the procedure in the manual and were done. Painless. Yay! Odorless. YAY!
I feel like playing catch up, since Mr. Rebel is back. A shot from my front door, per Dlyn's meme.
The hosta's coming along quite nicely.
Wait! Here's what it looked like May 17th - less than a month ago:
The Peace rose has taken quite the beating, between hail and ferocious thunderstorms. Last week it bloomed beautifully, but I had no camera, so y'all get the beat up look.
And lookit! While my mom and I were out and about on Memorial Day, we found the most adorable garden shop! Mom got a chocolate mint plant for the Hunny (yes, it's in its own container). There were some of the most hilarious garden toys there, and one was this ... thing. It's a duck, I suppose. I like to think of it as my very own pink flamingo.
Is it even pink? It's darn cute, whatever it is. I can't wait to head back to that little shop in a month or so and see what else is in.
Tomorrow I'll post shots of the back yard garden. Hopefully next month I'll have pictures of the exterior of the house with repairs done. Slowly but surely. Then maybe I can get around to finishing the dining room WALL.
Mr. Rebel is home. *sigh* I'm so happy.
Until I write again ...