i feel a little obsessed.
but in a good way.
my back is aching and my
tennis elbow does not like raking...
my neck is stiff and face is
my polka dot rubber boots
have stepped in sheep manure...
most of the time, i have no idea
what i'm doing
that's kind of half the fun.
oh...and when i am not out tearing
the yard apart
i'm in the house rehearsing my lines
for the next play...
i know...i know...
i might have said i would never do it again,
ok...i might have swore that i would never do it
again but you know me...
i secretly like to be shoved out of my comfort zone.
and it really was a lot of fun last time...
and even better this time now that i have a little
better idea of what to expect.
and again...if you see me muttering and gesturing
to myself as i walk home from work,
it's ok! i'm just repeating my lines..over...and over...and OVER...
i'll understand if you don't make eye contact...
i would probably do the same.