...my parents gave me my birthday gift a whole week early. Ordinarily I wouldn't bother to bore you with such trivial matters, but, well, it's just so awesome I feel compelled to bore you nonetheless. And in keeping with my "live as if I were a contestant on The Amazing Race" life philosophy, I assembled the entire freaking thing - all 14 pieces, 30 bolts, 30 washers and 20 nuts of it - by myself wearing flip-flops, a skirt and pretty blue dangly earrings.
Because, that's simply how I role.
So anyway, I'll be here until September if you need me - alternately reading and napping while the sounds of the birds and the wind and the mother over at Red-Neck House screaming obscenities at her three illegitimate children mix together to create the soundtrack of my summer.
Chloe will, of course, be joining me.
(Yay!)
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Swing baby, swing.
Wow, that's awesome! I'm jealous. We're so getting drunk and swinging on that while singing Smith's song or something over Memorial Day weekend. :)
You've pretty much echoed my thoughts exactly, Carrie, although I picture that we'll be doing this while watching the boys toil at cleaning out our horribly overgrown horseshoe pits.
(Of course I'd help, but I expect that my hands will simply be too torn up still from assembling the swing. That, and I'm a delicate little flower.)
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