
Russ had a hard morning that turned into a very long day. He missed his connecting flight in Cincinnati which resulted in a 5 hour layover. He finally arrived in South Carolina at almost 10pm and lost the whole day of work.
Ginger had a hard day because she was concerned about Russell being bored in the airport for 5 hours. She was glad he took the DS with him and she kept asking all day if he was still waiting for the airplane. She was also concerned that he would miss the next flight and he would have to sleep at the airport and come home a day later.


When we got home I attempted to get the weed whacker to work. I so wanted to surprise my hubby with a gorgeous lawn, still full of weeds but at least they would be well groomed weeds. I could not figure out that silly thing. I thought I had really done something wrong when I couldn't figure out where the red greasy oily stuff was coming from, it was running down the top of the weed whacker and pooling on the a the grass. I was relieved to learn that I hadn't broken the weed whacker, it was my blood that was pooling on the ground. Later Ginger charged me 1 penny to bandage my finger with 3 band-aids. But first I proved "Parrishness' and mowed the lawn first, while bleeding, but
doggone it, it had to be finished. I left the weed whackin' to another day though. (I made the picture black & white in attempt keep viewers from gagging **cough cough joy cough**)

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