Ouchy backs

This weekend Keith and I did a lot of yard work. More Keith than me. He used the pickup to pile in large tree branches to throw in the woods. He also cut the grass. I went and bought a bunch of flowers and planted a little sceene. We bought shepard hooks on Thursday and wanted to hang flowers, but the baskets were too heavy. Boooo. We also painted some stuff for the wedding ceremony and Keith put up a fence around our very large compost pile. Keith ended up with four ticks in total. Me... zero. I really think my skin is not attractive to bugs. I'll keep it that way! Oh yeah, Keith's back hurts.

Worse Game Ever

In the winter, Keith loves to shock me. Not like shock me with great presents, or shock me by wearing a shirt and tie, or just plain shock me with some surprise. I mean literally shock me, electrically. The house becomes dry and the humidity is low in the winter creating the best conditions for electric shock. This has gone on for 3 years now. For the past two years, Keith has asked Santa for footie pajamas to gain really large bolts. The worse shock to date, was when I was still sleeping and he scuffed to my side and then barely touched the tip of my nose. I, of course started swinging. We watched Family Guy one week and I felt like Keith was Peter Griffin. Click to find out why.