Pheeeeew!

Every candle, every tart burn, every electric tart warm I own is currently activated to try to mask the smell of 60 bags of cow manure. Who cares that I'm mixing cinnamon, pine and nutmeg scents? I'm pregnant and the smell is so real I can taste it every time I step outside. If I had a potpourri face mask I'd be wearing it.

On the plus side, we should have a beautiful law in a week or two! My poor husband looks like he's been through boot camp, but his wife wanted a beautiful winter lawn, so... he mowed, he raked, he thatched, he raked, he thatched again, he (and his goooooood friend) raked, he seeded, he spread manure, he raked, and he watered! What a man!!!

When it was all done he said, "Happy Halloween Honey!" I guess with that much work it seemed like it should be for a specific occasion. ...hum, maybe I ought to consider myself lucky that he didn't say, "Merry Christmas Honey!" I think it might have been enough work to justify it.