Between trips: 'bout them flowers

Like I've said, in my mind we're already heading towards autumn. Then why don't them stupid flowers understand to die already?? They just keep blossoming day after day, no matter how little I water them and how dry I let them become. They just won't give in, damn it! I'm tired of taking care of them. Who cares about flowers in the backyard, when you're going to spend most of your time in an office anyway? 

After I've nearly let the flowers die, I hate the way they look, brownish and miserable. And then I give them some water mixed with fertiliser and hope that they'll forget that I tried to kill them and that they'll look pretty again in a few days. By the end of next week I've probably thrown them all in a trash bin. And that'll be the end of it. 

The day before yesterday I went to the gym with my husband. I didn't have any extra energy and was feeling quite tired instead, but I went along just to be a chum. Because we've just started excercising again, I was careful and used fairly light weights. My husband doesn't do light or careful... so this afternoon his legs were hurting like hell. The best moment of the day was to see him trying to climb into the bath tub as his legs just wouldn't lift high enough. Ohhh the sweet pain of muscles growing! Hope it's worth it.

 ..got to say, though, that my inner thighs hurt so bad at the moment that it's hard even to sit properly.