No Control Snarky

When I can't really do anything about anything, I start getting snarky. I just downed a glass of blackberry merlot and let stuff happen today.

This afternoon He Who Must Be Obeyed crashed for a couple of hours, the guests went to Nebraska Furniture Mart, and I mowed my yard, front and back and hit the pool to discover the darned thing needed vacuuming. Believe me vacuuming a pool is easier than mowing. The water was 92 degrees and I couldn't tell which was hotter, the water or the air. It felt darned good anyway.