I was mean to a bunny today. This bunny to be exact…
And now I feel like a jerk.
It all started when I walked outside to admire my flowers in the yard and noticed that Mr. Cute Fuzzy Pants decided to go ahead and make a meal out of my daylilies.
Big mistake buddy… big mistake.
I pulled out the big guns and got to work spraying liquid fence and sprinkling Uncle Ian’s Repellent all over the place.
Let me give you some advice if you plan on using either of these products. Make sure it’s not windy outside. The Liquid Fence smells like all kinds of bodily fluids that one should never have to smell and Uncle Ian’s is comprised of a mixture of things but is most predominantly made of cayenne pepper.
How do I know?
I decided to get down low and pick some weeds right after sprinkling it, just in time for a big gust of wind to blow it right in my face. I spent the next ten minutes gag/coughing and sneezing my brain out.
Why couldn’t the bunny just eat the stupid weeds instead of my prized flowers? Then I could skip the mean peppery tactics and he could enjoy a delicious meal while I avoided a horrific dose of karma.
After I got done sprinkling that crap all over the flowers I had made my way over to the strawberries to make sure they were safe too. That’s when I found this… (cue the dramatic soap opera music).
What… you don’t see anything? Well that’s because Scout dug up my strawberry plant
the little asshole. He knew he was in trouble when I called his name…
“Whatever you do, don’t make eye contact…”
I was SO mad at him but he’s just so stinkin’ cute that I had the hardest time not snuggling with him. I would forget and give him kisses and then remember and glare at him. He probably thinks I’m pregnant again, poor guy.
My gardening disasters weren’t quite over yet. Shortly after I discovered the shredded strawberries the gate door broke off…. just snapped.
Now poor Scout doesn’t have any privacy…
(FYI: I didn’t plan on taking a picture of him pooping in the yard he just happened to plan it perfectly.)
Despite the gardening fiascos I still had a good day because I got to do another crossfit workout. This is only my second one since I threw my back out. My lungs are still burning but I don’t know if it’s from the bunny pepper or the workout.
Here’s what we did…
(workout of the day)
The lift of the day was the Press. We warmed up adding weight until we found a decently heavy weight in order to do three sets of five.
We did a few more reps with kettle bells dangling off of the bar using resistance bans.
(My grip was off so I got a little crooked on this one.)
Then he had us take all of the weights off and do as many reps as possible using only the bar until failure for three rounds resting 20 seconds in between. This KILLED my arms!
(short intense workout)
We had to do five sprint rounds of Farmer’s Carries using the wide grip things that wrap about the dumb bells…
Battling Ropes (10 per arm)
Prowler Pushes down…
My fastest time was 39 seconds. Brent made fun of me when I asked him why we weren’t doing the prowler pushes with weight. This was supposed to be done as fast as possible and after 5 rounds I was glad there wasn’t any weight on it. Like I said, my lungs were-a-burning.
This workout was also kind of a big deal because it was the first time that I worked out in a tank top without looking like a can of biscuits that had exploded every where. I’ve only tried this once before and it wasn’t pretty. Since I’m all about self-deprecation I invite you to look back and compare by clicking here… you’re welcome 😉