That's sharp-ie!

My sharpie collection has grown. Ah how it has grown! For those of you who don't know, I've got what a few might call a Sharpie problem. I have too many and am possessive of them. I've got sharpie clicks, minis, pastels and silver. I like to write out loud ok?

This weekend I added pastel to the mix, welcoming six new sharpies to the clan. The pack has eight but I already had two of the colors so maybe I'll be nice and give some of the repeats to the less fortunate, like Ashley. (but like hell she is getting the new ones!)

They're so damn beautiful...

I don't really have any specific use for my sharpies. I get bored and doodle with them at times. Sometimes take notes with them and then try to stand up and realize I should have been in a well ventilated area while doing so.

How sad is it that I could write a 400 word love stanza about sharpies? Very, very, sad.

Anyways. The siding men are done and gone. Just the landscape fellas are here now. No more Junior running around. Junior being the name I gave to one of the siding guys. He looked like the youngest, dorkiest, least useful of them all. Ashley and I decided that he must be the owners son that goes along to the jobs and gets in the way that the other guys don't like but have to tolerate. I assigned names to the workers. Junior, Tubb-o (I know, I know, classy of me), Javier (I'm a little ashamed at that one) and Ted. There have been more workers then that but those ones are the ones I seem to always have seen.

Oh lala! The waterfall is up and running! How pretty!

Oh! I just sneaked a peak out and it looked like Javier was taking a whiz. Which he wasn't. I can't help up wonder if they ever wander down to the woods to whip it out because they don't leave for lunch like the siders do and that means they go eight hours with out tinkling. But I guess they are outside and sweating it out. Still weird. and maybe that's half the reason you don't see a lot of women doing such work. Lack of facilities.

I just spent five minutes watching Ted push boulders around with the bobcat, trying to scoop them up. It reminded me of a dog pushing a ball around with his snout. Oh! I hear him coming back for more...

My god I feel like a hillbilly. Getting entertainment from watching a man in a bobcat.

I need to stop this post now. It's getting a wee bit ridiculous.