Catchup

I'm tryin' to catch up....really I am!

Ever get a phonecall 12:30a.m.?
I get 'em on occasion.
Mostly some crisis at work.
Sometimes to suit up and show up and be of service to someone who's floundering and needing someone to show up.
I shoved myself outta bed, tossed on some clothes and showed up.
I showed up until near 9a.m., which means Mel was operating on nil sleep on a Saturday ---and I'm was NOT about to spend the entire day making up for the lost sleep. Ohhhhhh no.
Himself kept trying to get me to go sleep.
I was trying to get some things done.
He says I was slurring words.
I say he made it up!
Sleepless and farting around with 'stuff' around the house is one thing.
Sleepless and farting around with 'stuff' around the house while a Brit follows you, quite another.
That mumbling about operating heavy equiptment and driving was annoying, to say the least.

I ended up resting for three hours--which meant a muddled brain the rest of the afternoon and evening. (yes, himself won!)
But I did the right thing at 12:30a.m.
People don't just need someone during 'bank hours'.
Showing up might take some sleep from you, but it brings more than you lose--that one I'm convinced of.

I'm still feeling a bit 'off' today.....
Himself assures me that he doesn't notice.
Initially I was glad for the the validation.....then I whapped him.
Obviously I'm a tad 'off' if I wasn't catchin' that one when he aced it my way.
*rolling eyes*

So far it's been a butterfly and birdie watching, scraping paint from a porch so I can repaint it sometime in the near future kinda day.
OH.......and decorating for July 4th.
(I'm blaming the neighbour lady for that one......she started it!)
(Let's not talk about the bantering when himself ASSURED the neighbour lady that HE'D hardly be the one to be decorating our independence.
*snickering* Sore loser, he is!!
Oh.....And roasted turkey breast for dinner!

Of course himself is making dinner.
I'M the one outside scraping paint, running the sander and muttering.
(g'head and point out what's wrong with that picture if you must--I LIKE it this way!!)

Baby Robin and Mr. Robin out for a leisurely worm or two.

They were just too cute......until the dad decided to halve a worm and cram it down Baby's little robin beak.

Ewwwwww.