Hot Diggity Dog

  It will come as no surprise that the power washing is not yet done. We had to do it in sections and move stuff over and over. I finally made Drew go "rest" while I moved things into a semblance of order.  I was trying to get all the stuff off the table that I have dragged with us from Missouri knowing full well it is too big. I bought it on a whim in a thrift store. It is an old library table with drawers under the tabletop. It can easily seat 10 people. So, it lives on the screened in deck, porch, whatever you want to call it. I refuse to part with it. I keep those cheap vinyl tablecloths on hand to protect it from my husband. It comes in handy when we eat outside with company. I also use it to pot plants and paint rocks. It had chairs and all manner of stuff from everything that had to be moved. I was happily putting neat piles upon it, keeping things together so it would be easier to put back. Then my husband decided to "help" and just started piling things all...

  I will give it another try. Here lately I will begin a post and be deep into my dialogue when suddenly my computer freezes and then goes blank. When I get it back up and running, everything is gone. All my witty words and incorrect sentence structures are gone like a puff of wind! Of course, by them I am so irritated that I can't get back my thoughts and I just give up and do something else. How often does this happen? Too many times to count! We decided to power wash the screened in deck. I moved as much stuff as I could while the man was at the Huddle House scarfing up his cholesterol and fat laden breakfast. I know how very impatient he can be. He must have eaten in a hurry because he was back before I made a dent in all the stuff I preferred did not get saturated with water. He busied himself with the equipment. He occasionally asked for my assistance (Here, hold this). It irked me a little since I was doing the lion's share of the actual labor involved. All he wanted to ...