Doesn't my title sound like one of those chain mail names you end up with after taking the third letter of your last name and the last number of your birthday, etc, etc...Anywho...
We had a nice low key weekend. Saturday we participated in a garage sale that started at 6 am. since I had to get up at 4:30 am to get there and get set up, I didn't feel up to much else Saturday afternoon. Daniel did score this awesome t-shirt at the garage sale. I don't understand why Mark doesn't wear this shirt every day.
Sunday was a yard work day. We got our seeds started, veggie plants in the beds, roses fed, plants potted, and the chairs painted. No one gave me suggestions on chair colors, so I picked out a nice Caribbean blue. I can't remember the exact name...something like Ocean Tropic. Regardless, we really like the color! They belong at our beach house in Seaside, but until we win the lottery and buy said beach house, they will live in O-town with us (unless you want to buy them :)). What do you think of the color? I think the next chair will be a sunny yellow and I also want a hot pink table or ottoman.
All this talk of our yard productivity leads me back to the title of this post. I'm not certain why i ever walk out of the house without sunscreen on. I actually did apply sunscreen yesterday, I just didn't do it until we had already been outside an hour or so. And I didn't think to put sunscreen in locations that under normal, standing conditions, are under my shirt...my muffin top. If there is anyone out there who doesn't know what a muffin top is or hasn't experienced it for themselves, you and I can no longer be friends. I did not realize that while bending over my flower beds with the sun to my back, that i was inadvertently exposing my back muffin top between my tankini top and my shorts. I hope to never make this mistake again...
Daniel really wanted to put eyes and a nose on my back to complete the smiley face. Maybe next time...WAIT! There won't be a next time! I'm going to start bathing in sunscreen before leaving the house from now on! Every time...or at least most of the time...or whenever I remember and feel like it. I'm doomed.
Now off on a random tangent. To keep Bailey occupied outside while we work in the yard, Daniel bought her this gigantic cow femur or some part of some animal. These things really gross me out, and to make it worse, this one actually smelled like baked ham. I don't believe I'll be able to smell baked ham in the same way ever again. Anyways, here's the big, nasty, bodypart.
Although these things give Bailey HORRENDOUS gas, she freakin' loves them as evidenced by her attempt to savor any crumb that may remain on her face.
I'm not even sure how Daniel captured this photo, but I love it. Maybe the cow femurs are turning her part cow...
