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Cats 'n Kittens,

I spent yesterday in my parents' yard doing work.
Specifically, I mowed the lawn, disassembled the old composter, and assembled a couple of new ones.
I have to say, there's nothing more satisfying than spending a day playing the dirt, getting all sweaty and gross, but accomplishing something that's immediately satisfying.

I love yard work when I feel like doing it.
Unfortunately, yard work doesn't care about your schedule, and must be done when it needs doing.

If that doesn't sound like much work, that's because you don't know how anal I am about doing things like that.
I spent a good hour on each composter, making sure it was as level as possible, then building up dirt on the inside/outside to provide maximum stability.
I can't do this as a job, because I'm way too much of a perfectionist about it. If it isn't exactly right, I'll start all over again and do it perfectly. Holds me back a little.

A'yuh,

J.R.

P.S. Wanna hear a lame ass guilty pleasure of mine?
I like the show So You Think You Can Dance.
The melt-downs of the super effeminate gay dudes crack me up.