I don’t like….
Weed wacking around one of our stone walls and having a frog jump out in front of me.
I swear I didn’t see him…

And literally cut him in half.
*Gulp*
I don’t like…..
Sitting at a bar and having a creepy disembodied head on a stick tied to a doll stare at me all night.

Like I need another reason to drink?
Ack!
I don’t like….
Being disappointed.
Remember when I posted about the miracle of my husband cleaning out the garage, and how the old sink he brought home from the dump was gone?

Yeah. I found it in the barn.
Very disappointing.
And finally,
I don’t like….
Pressure.

Since my husband can’t decide when he’s going to retire, he’s forbidden any travel this year so he can sell back his leave.
Doesn’t he realize I’m duty bound to blog our adventures?
Damn it…
Now someone will beat to me to it!















































































