So, riddle me this; If my Mom bought six cubic yards of gravel and asked me to lay it six inches deep in a space 14 ft. by 16ft., how much would I have left over when I was finished?

If you answered, a lot! you would be correct. I never did do the math on it because my mom had already ordered it and had it dumped in her driveway before she asked me so I figured why ask me now?

Before

After

The reason for the gravel is mom is having a shed delivered next week. I thought this was not so exciting until I went with her here . I can’t find a picture of the exact model she ordered, but it is so cute. It even has its own little front porch and dutch doors. Now I really want a shed all my own. Jane was recently writing about having difficulty writing at home, and since I have been dealing with the same issues here, I have decided that if I get a cute little shed and have it wired for electricity I will be able to sit in there and write and write. It will be the room of my own I’ve been waiting for. Of course it won’t happen and even if it did Polly would be knocking on my dutch door whining for me to play Life with her or to take her to the mall and Nathan will be asking me how much cash I have on hand and by the way, would I go to the store and pick him up a Snickers, and Alex would laugh at me as I sat in my shed and pouted as the dog scratched at the door, because he knew the whole time it wouldn’t work out the way I wanted it to. But a girl can dream.

Last week I moved the large wooden play structure in my mom’s yard because that is of course where she wanted her cute little shed placed. The tuffshed man said we (me) needed to shovel up all of the bark mulch because it would lead to sinkage. I thought that he said shrinkage and then I remembered that Seinfeld episode about what happens to penises in cold water and I giggled like a twelve year old boy. After I had done those tasks I filled wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow load with gravel and pushed it up the slope to the area and dumped it. My mom’s yard is huge, something like a half acre, and she wanted the shed at the back of the lot. She came out to cheer me on occasionally by telling me how much weight I have lost in the past few months.

The cool thing about working at her place is when she tells me to go and grab a bottle of water from her fridge and I return with a nice cold beer she doesn’t care. Plus, she lets me bring Maggie, and Maggie loves to play in that yard so much that she runs and runs in circles until she can no longer run and every night she sleeps straight through without asking me to take her pee at 3:30 a.m.

One more thing: My Notify List has been disabled so that I can go some tagging and editing with sending heaps of e-mails out to the two people who signed up for it. I am not sure if I should even bother with it even though I love those two people who signed up, even though I don’t know who they are.