Manicure? What manicure?!

Chipped nail polish once again, and we've barely been home for even 24 hours. Give me a blessed break.

The tree guy showed up right on time this afternoon, but only to have a look-see at the trees he needed to prune and cut back... to see what kind of tools he would need, and to figure out how many men he would need for the job, which won't be done until the end of next week. Seems that a lot of trees got damaged during last week's wind and rain storm, and he's a busy tree guy. And also the most reasonable, which is why we'll wait for him to do the work.

So there went the tree guy this afternoon, down our driveway and then down the hill... and there I was, looking at all those branches scattered all over the side yard underneath the pecan trees. I couldn't just leave all the branches there till a week from this Saturday.  I started out to pick up just a couple of them, thinking my husband would be on his way home in a few minutes.

Two branches became ten, which turned into eighteen, which multiplied into thirty... which translates into a dozen trips to two of the brush piles in two different pastures. By that time, mostly everything was picked up and my husband wasn't home yet. I looked at three chipped fingernails, and decided that the rest of the little branches and twigs could just wait till tomorrow.

My husband's car pulled into the driveway just as I was washing my hands and getting a drink of water. Timing is everything. Welcome back to the Hill Country.