When I say I'm spending a weekend doing nothing, what I really mean is that I'm going to stack upward of 2,000 pieces of wood, dig up 150 weeds and rake 1/3 of our huge lawn.
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| The wood pile before
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The wood pile during
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| The wood pile after |
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| The wood-stacking-thingamajig before |
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| The wood-stacking-thingamajig during |
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| The wood-stacking-thingamajig after |
So, when I say I'm going to spend a weekend doing nothing, and when I really mean it, let me be a sloth for two days. Rags, on the other hand, was completely useless. He got comfortable where I was stacking the wood, so I told him to move. He got up and walked to the other end of the wood-stacking-thingamajig (I think a need a new name for this unit - it sounds like it stacks the wood itself. I wish!). I punished him by taking him to the groomer. He is much more handsome now.
PS - Because I always give credit where credit is due, I did this all alone (unless you count the moral support I got from Rags). However, my brother tackled another wood pile on his own while I putzed around the yard picking up random leaves, twigs and land mines because I have undiagnosed OCD.
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