Martha, Martha, Martha....
It's time again for the, ummm, let's see...maybe the 10th annual Ringis Fourth of July Bash. It just sort of happened; We became the ones that 'always' have the party on the 4th. Or whatever Saturday happened to be closest to it. This year we are celebrating the 4th on the 4th. Novel, huh? My husband loves to entertain as much as I do. Especially when it's an outside shin-dig. He takes his role very seriously. So seriously, in fact, that he drives me a little insane. Cutting grass all over the property, even in the pastures far from the house, he wants the grass well manicured. He wants me to trim around the little Walnut saplings that are so far from the house that I'm certain no one can see them...and even if they could - or did - I'm certain they wouldn't give two rips whether or not the grass around the tree was cut precisely. I spend a lot of time rolling my eyes during the days leading up to our party. Randy walk...