Do you have rain barrels? I keep meaning to install some here, but with the baby and the apathy, haven't managed to do so.

Heck, I've still got last fall's mulch (in bags) in the back yard.

Next weekend, hell or high water, I HAVE to move the currants from the front yard to the back, and plant something in their place in the front. But that's next weekend.

This weekend is me hanging out inside with Lillian while Paul and his parents put up the fence we started a year ago.

Boo. That's what I figured. The pretty grass would die a painful and quick death in this climate.

Everyone just finally left my mother's house for a birthday party for my stepfather and his twin brother. I am amazed that only 14 people can manage to be so loud.

Yes, but Laura, you can grow MANGOS.

Which totally trump pretty grass.

So, SA was here visiting me this weekend, and last night we got dressed up, including corsets and (p)leather, and had much fun. And there were, of course, pictures. (Most pictures taken by The Boy, who was more than happy to watch hot girls lace each other into corsets....)

(Also, in these pictures, the only things that SA is wearing that belong to her are her boots and her corset. The pleather pants, necklace, earrings, and stockings [which you can't see] are mine, and the long PVC gloves belong to The Boy.)

Lacing up.
A little more.
And a little more.
Just a little more.
Laced up.
SA = HOTT.
Guh.
Gah.
Meep.
Me showing off my new shoes.
Being dorks.
Smooch.
Gosh, look at those.
And, presto! I will change you into a sex goddess!

RAAR!

Dang, you two are the hotness.

Day-um. I want to play dress-up! Also, I love your corset.

What they said!

My screen melted!!! Wow. Such hottitude!

I will have to send you mangoes Plei. I have 3 trees and so so many of them. Late summer I think.

Very hot pictures! I want to play dress up.