Why Didn’t Someone Stop Me

You know when you get an idea and you are like FANTASITIC. Then 30 percent into getting it complete you step back and state to anyone within hearing distance of your screams, why oh why didn’t someone stop me. That is what happened today. Mr. Rogue and I woke up early and made breakfast. As we were eating I decided spur of the moment in a time where my Finance is working so much overtime he resembles more of a zombie then a flesh and blood man, and while I am trying to plan the largest and maybe most important party of my life (that is the wedding). That moment is when I decided to undertake the daunting task of redoing the side of the house. A project we have wanted to do for a year.

You see the side of the house is a wasteland of weeds. Both my neighbour and I decided a while ago to pull out all the weeds, buy some fruit trees and rock the entire area. So we went and got all the supplies and the nursery and started pulling the weeds. Covered in sweat and panting like a dog with only half the weeding done and a mountain of rock to lie and trees to plant I look up at my wonderful fiancée and start to cry.

Thanks to our wonderful neighbours who nicely offered to help and my fiancées ability to help me keep my shit together we were able to finish the job. As we were sitting around surveying our long day of hard work my elderly neighbour comes out and started asking us to tweak this or move that. Sometimes I feel like people complain WAY too much. We worked all day to get the job done; she because she is old sat in her air conditioned house watching us through the blinds as she watched all 7 of her soap operas. If I would have given this woman a bottle of Champaign she would have handed it back and said you are damaging my liver!