This weekend, though? Yesterday I sliced up my fingah tips. I'm FINE. I'm totally fine. But I was bleeding everywhere so I band-aided up and then I couldn't type. And even though I always wear gloves out in the Field, I have some class of poison-ness on my wrist. And even though I always wear shoes -- wait, I never wear shoes -- no wonder I smashed my toe on the curb.
There were broken glasses and broken olive buckets and oh, there was blood. But still. It was the first beautiful weekend of the Season and we had ourselves a Time.
One day I'll tell you.
Saturday I showed off my golf swing.
No, I do not golf.
Oooh a Field Shot!
. . . and munchkins and gardening and peonies and shrimp and family and air golfing and blood weren't enough . . .
. . . the Quote Book got some new additions. Have I blogged about our quote book? Have I? I will soon. Because the Quote Book is utterly the best.
If only, Mistah. If only . . .