Man Hands
Am officially declaring the end of my sweet feminine hands...they were once sooo beauuuutiful and delicate and are now the home of blisters and dirt...dirt embedded blisters...
washed two cars today (neither mine...wah.) also planted flowers with my actual hands, as we "...have no hand held implements"...interesting...
interior of house: 87 degrees. exterior of house: 75 degrees. options: sit in house with all doors and windows open and let every flying object in space into the house (which i will have to track down and kill)...close all doors and pretend to be staying at upperclass spa with fancy eucalyptus steam room...or whine and act put-upon...i think we can all see the winner here.
tomorrow: plant flowers (with hands, of course)...wash own car and beg to go to a cool theater....cool not because there is not a line of star wars geeks outside, but cool because they have functional air conditioning...
New House: no air conditioning and no sprinkler system....i think the house is winning.
