This is day three without sleep for me. I'm fine but this migraine is about to make me a widow. David was outside torturing the roses and other bushes. I left him to do what I thought would be harmless pruning.
He did what I wanted which was pruning back the roses and my white jasmines. He went WAY to far when he cut back my wisteria that was trailing on the fence.
I screamed when I saw what he did to it. It will take years to get back to the way it was. I worked hard on that little tree. Lovingly weaving the vines through the fence. Now it's all for nothing. To bad I live in a farming community, otherwise there might be more places to hide a body.
On to other things ... the puppies are acting like the whole world is going to break into the house and steal their toys. They bark at the slightest noise. They have hidden all their toys, well let's just say only the really good ones they like best, under their blankets. Every night it's the same ol' deal. I have to pick up their blankets and cart an armful and a half of toys back to their toy box. The next morning the toys are all peaking out from under the dogs and the blankets. It's a vicious cycle.
I'm throwing in the towel and going to Pinterest.