It rocks. And today it took a beating, let me tell you. After 6 weeks of vacation for it, I don’t feel bad about how many loads I ran through it today. Anybody want to guess?
In other “trying to get my head above water” news. I came home to weeds the size of my youngest child. I kid you not.
The three little ones spent this afternoon helping me pull them out of the front beds. We should get to the back ones tomorrow. I had no idea weeds could get that bad in just 6 weeks. But the organic Preen we used this year obviously isn’t worth jack. So much for trying to be “green.”