It was the best of times...it was the worst of times

So the weekend started like this...an excavator arrived Friday night to dig up our yard

We needed to add a drain line to our basement, and dig a trench from the house to the barn so that we could have electricity in the barn.





Then it rained all Friday night...and by Saturday night our yard looked like this...which I was not a fan of..

Sunday morning I stepped outside imagining that my fall display looked like this one I found on Google images....but..

In reality...my fall display looked like this...with muddy rubber boots....

...and discarded work gloves on top of the pumpkins...I expressed my displeasure to the males in my house...the term "PMS" was suggested..(which may..or may not be true)..I stomped outside and promptly kicked over a toadstool...just because...

Thankfully once I was outside I encountered Charlotte the cat (the only other female in my house).  We exchanged knowing glances....she suggested I put on my "big girl panties" as I had already invited my in-laws and my mother over for a turkey dinner...I had no time to sulk outside...I had squash to peel.

I went back inside, set the table for dinner, had a glass of wine and waited for our guests to arrive. We ate way too much turkey...then key lime pie...and now I'm too tired to do anything but go to the tv room and watch a movie with the guys....I guess a muddy yard, non-Martha Stewart fall display, accusations of PMS and living in a house of men is not so bad after all.