Chirky

Saturday morning I woke up earlier than my body wanted me to wake, and I threw on "dirty" clothes. My clothes weren't dirty, but they were the clothes that I wear when I plan on getting dirty. I drove to work and then hopped on a bus that would drop me off in front of "my" house. "My" house was the home that I was assigned to help repair with Hearts and Hammers.

I spent 5 solid hours in the hot Texas sun scraping about 15 layers of lead-based paint off of a 40+ year old home, and an additional 2 hours painting, upside-down, on a ladder. A ladder that was crooked and wobbly and frankly, it was quite scary. The whole day gave me quite an ab workout, because I had to brace myself to effectively scrape away layers and layers and layers of paint, and I also had to tighten the muscles throughout my entire body to steady myself on the ladder.

By the time I got home, I was tired, sore, sleepy, and grumpy. All day! In 100 degree heat! I drank so many fluids, and yet never had to use the bathroom because I WAS SWEATING SO PROFUSELY! And yet, I really enjoyed the work that I was doing. Except the heat. And the soreness. Because I'm a wimp!

Later that evening, my tiredness and grumpiness overtook my brain, and it resulted in arguing over something petty with my husband. I don't remember right now what it was, and Roger, don't remind me. We were supposed to go out to dinner that night with our friends, Eddie and Katie, and by the time we got there, we were both upset. I told both Eddie and Katie that Roger and I were frustrated with each other, and so I was going to be mean to Eddie and Katie, also, just to make sure I was dosing it out equally to everyone.

Eddie agreed that he would be mean to me also, and gave me his "mean" face: