And I am tired as heck of rocking.
I am done. Finished. Finite.
Finally. Now, I feel like rolling.
Partway through my rock excavation and plant ripping out, I decided to be proactive and I put down some weed barrier stuff. OMG…that stuff was a pain. But so are weeds. (BTW this fabric is made from recycled water bottles)
OK the rules:
I don’t want to see any rocks nor do I want to hear any rock music.
I don’t want to have rock salt or rock candy.
I don’t want to visit Rock City.
I don’t want to know about the Rockettes.
Ok, I think that might be all I can think of.
Oh wait, this Rock…
Well, he is still A-OK in my book. *wink wink*
Ironically, the song stuck in my head as I wrapped this up yesterday: “don’t be fooled by the ROCK’S that I’ve got…I’m still, I’m still Jenny from the block…”
I am pretty sure J-Lo was discussing different rocks though.
Ok, here is the finished product:
* Rock star*
The good news: the lanai is done.
The bad news: the house is a mess, ‘cause the domestic goddess turned into a rock goddess.
Oh, heck, who cares…
I have some empty chairs under the chicki hut…
And the term Frozen Concoction is coming to mind.
Happy Weekend everyone. Any plans?
Happy Mother’s day to all you Mom’s, Grandma’s, Aunts, fur Moms, Sisters, feminine men, …etc…you get the point.
If you nurture anything (except rocks) you are well deserving of a nice day. How I adore a nurturer.
So, what time on Sunday should we expect you…unless you already have plans?