I did a little gardening today, repotting a few things that have been busting out of their containers, and filling a new big container with white begonias, yellow snapdragons, and pink petunias.
Gah. Don't wanna do laundry. I wish I could get gold stars for chores.
I took Muppet out for a little walk, as long as we're showing off:
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I committed laundry. Admittedly, I still have as much dirty as I just washed, but that's five loads tackled in an impractical fashion. Better than nothing by far. So now I'm CPR/AED/first aid certified, and have clean knickers for tomorrow. Of the things on my list for the weekend, I'd rather have had lunch with kat. But at least if I'm pissy doing chest compressions or pissy selecting the delicates wash I'm kinda being pissy into the void. No harm, no foul.
GC, it's been smelling horrible all day, like burnt plastic. We shut the windows.
Blech. Sorry you're close enough to smell that, Kat. I'm sure it smells nast.
Smells horrible and gave me a killer headache. No gardening for me today.
Put in a short 3 1/2 hour shift at the bookstore (I'm normally off on Sundays, but got a "pleeeeaaase?" phone call yesterday from a co-worker to cover her shift, so I did), and then headed over to Jewel for lots of produce--cherries, strawberries, oranges, green peppers, lettuce--some pita bread so I can finish off my hummus from last week, and finally got some lemonade concentrate to satisfy my citrus craving that I've been having for the past few days. Spent way too much, but I should be set for the week.
Actually, I just stepped outside, and you can kind of smell it over here, too. It's more of a hint, but it's enough to get an idea of how gross it smells on the other side of the hill.