Yesterday, I annihilated the bush in front of our living room window.  John should never have told me where the clippers were for it.  What started out as an eight foot tall bush (at least) is now about a foot tall.  It blocked the light into the living room, and made it dark in there.  Plus it needed to be trimmed anyway.  So while Henry played outside, I showed that bush who was boss!  :o)

It was pretty much like doing one of those butterfly presses at the gym for 45 minutes yesterday.  When I woke up this morning my arms hurt BAD...like bad enough I was thinking, "Am I even going to be able to get Henry out of his crib?"  That would have been bad.  "Honey, Mommy can't get you out of your crib because she can't lift her arms because she spent 45 minutes cutting that bush down to size."  That wouldn't have been cool.  But luckily, I could pick Henry up, and as the day goes on, my arms are hurting less and less. 

When I was leaving the house to go tutor this morning, I saw a bush on the other side of the house and thought, "You're next."

Maybe John should hide those clippers from now on...