I think I'm just frustrated because the Mister wouldn't go along with my idea to have the old tree roots that were pulled out of the lake in May, dragged across the road and left in our empty grassy lawn. The contractor offered, but the Mister just wouldn't concede. Lost that aspiration. Just think what I could have created with it!
|Lost but not forgotten|
So now he has to put up with my juices flowing downhill in a simple, but strong rushing stream. (This energy had to go somewhere.)
You may ask, “What will you do with these?”