My poor body

This morning, Saturday, I woke up at the crack of dawn so I could go with my father-in-law to help clean-up a piece of property he owns outside of town. He would cut the grass with a weed waker and I would rake it up. Well keeping pace with him wasn't the hard part. It was that he'd been there a day or two before and I had all of that to clean up to. I was dead by 11:30 but had to keep going because if there is one person you don't want to outdo you, its your father-in-law. At least I have an aching back, three blisters, and a half cut field to show for it. He says maybe we'll go back and finish this afternoon. I'll spend my siesta praying for rain . . . or an aching father-in-law.