We had such grand plans for tonight--two baseball games (that's right, ladies, twice as many coaches wearing double-weave polyester stirrup pants). But the rain won't stop.
We have a field of amazing, invasive reed canary grass and a man with heavy machinery and chemicals contracted to kill it. But the rain won't stop.
We have a pool in dire need of cleaning. But the rain won't stop.
We have a pile of dirt (now mud) that needs to get shoveled into a wheelbarrow and hauled to the strawberry bed. But the rain won't stop.
We have 3 loads of laundry to wash and hang out to dry. But the rain won't stop.
We have 5 acres of prairie to mow. But the rain won't stop.
We have windows and screens to wash. But the rain won't stop.
Mr. G has nothing at all to do with today's post--he just looks cute wearing his brother's sparring gear.
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