


Actual Text Messaging Conversation Between Leonidas and Yours Truly Yesterday:
L: I’m going hunting
Me: People or animals?
L: People.
Me: Sweet. Have fun and be safe.
L: Always am.
Uhhhh, Ehhhh hum. Okay. I’m not married to Dawg/ Dog (whatever) the McGruff the Crime Dog sounding bounty hunter, nor are we pulling any The Most Dangerous Game business around here. (Like I would tell you if we were, right?) Nothing that Leo does or did is illegal (except maybe that dog collar business, but I’ll get to the Garden Report in a jiffy)...as far as you know. Quite the opposite. I have already mentioned that I am married to a Mr. Incredible-type machine man, but it wasn’t until re-reading that message that I realized my life probably doesn’t mirror the lives of most of my friends. There are things that are the norm around these here parts that would freak my pals out of their sweet little Manolo's.... but I love it. I guess I always knew I wouldn’t be normal......speaking of abnormal.....
THE GARDEN REPORT
We gardened in the wee hours of the a.m. yesterday, so it feels like it’s been a while. Burned bodies are now tan and seem to be a bit magnetic. Did I mention that I love the beach?!? So MANY perks during AND after. The massive undertaking of purging this house as well as getting ready to install new floors and windows has put me to work daily and I have a new found appreciation (read, I am in awe) of those that perform manual labor (heavy lifting + bending+ pushing+ pulling) on a daily, or even semi-regular basis and still go home to have sex with their partner. That work business is no joke. I feel like I’ve been horseback riding naked on a road in a third world country in the dark. My parts hurt.