Up, down. 1 – 2- 3 – 4.
We will do this lots more.
Sad fact is, I hate bending over.
Where’s my robot when I need it? I’d name it Rover.
Down, up. Up, down. For 8 hours.
We did stop for lunch. Gave us power.
1 – 2- 3 – 4. I can hold 4 more.
Down, up. Up, down. Is that a splinter? My thumb – tore.
I never gave a thought to tomorrow.
That I would be laughing at myself. No sorrow.
As I lay in bed, I was very aware of my legs.
Just letting me know they were there; no begs.
“Wwwhhhhoooouhwh!” Escaped my lungs. As I squatted to hook Chico in his harness.
Talk about awareness.
Being the screw dolly for 8 hours, woke up muscles I forgot I had.
All those thigh muscles are mad.
My arms are a little sore as well.
But nothing like my thighs, swell.
My bestie packed,
which hurt her back.
But we got it done.
And our fence looks amazing, won!
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