Not that any of you care, but.... I just did hay by myself LIKE A BOSS.
Ninety-one degrees, but I'd argue it was roughly at least 30 more degrees than that. It felt like the devil's armpit, for realz. Forty bales up a flight of stairs (elevator? Psssh!), ten-ish extra stacked on the ground because they were about to fall apart. My mom had a fit, sure I would give myself heat stroke. My step-dad said, "Some people would pay a lot of money for a workout like that." Well, if they would, then they are dumber than a bag of rocks. Just sayin'.
My good deed for the day. I saved the husband from death by hay inhalation and my step-brother and step-dad from an early morning good time.
NOT TODAY, evil-doers. Super-me is here!
....Maybe God was sending me all those hints about Philippians 4:13 because He knew about the hay. I hope that's all it is.
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