I don't suppose y'all would like to show up at my house this afternoon and help me weed the ginormous garden...?
Ugh. It got totally out of control while I was preoccupied with painting wheels (which I'll have to re-do some of, because my hubby thinks the silver is "weird and unnatural"...and that's okay, because I originally wanted copper, anyway).
I got 6 flower beds to pull weeds out of too...
I think I'm overwhelmed.
But if people came to help, y'all could just stay through til tomorrow evening and we'd feed you (I'm not cooking!! Hubby is...he's using Arfy, the giant, metal dog-resembling smoker, and others are bringing some side dishes. BUT...I be baking white chocolate chip chocolate cookies....).
...ever feel like you're just talking to yourself and should stop?