always understood it to be that the ants were attracted to the waxy coating of a peony bud (must be sweet) and in eating the wax, allow the bud to be released and open.

Yay, peonies! They were among the flowers I didn't quite get in the ground last season. But this season for sures!

I don't remember what song was my first slow dance, but I definitely remember what boy. It was my smart buddy (who also happened to be athletic and popular, for whatever reason at that school the smart kids didn't get alienated) and my awesome girlfriend was all, "Hey, you're not going out with anyone, right? And she's not going out with anyone, so why don't you dance?" Neither of us would have done so otherwise. Not that sweet sweet romance ensued or anything, but it was a nice moment. Then he started dating the girl who he would continue to date through all of middle school and high school and....facebook tells me did not marry. Huh.

I was considering Kermit, but I also like Marvin! Or maybe Oscar the Grouch.

When I worked in the flower shop, we used to use peonies and had to shake the ants off of them before using the blossoms. Hated that part.

I say pee-UH-nee.

I am so sick of this cold, grey weather! I want it sunny and in the 70s or I'm going to flip out like a mammal soon.

I also could call tiny green machine Poison Ivy.

Why are so many of my high school classmates using their wedding pictures as their facebook icons? They're in their thirties and from a small town, wouldn't most of them have gotten married a decade ago? Is it the only good picture of themselves they have?

That and Grand Canyon photos. I keep thinking they're near me, but no, it must be just family vacation photos.

We're having awesome cold grey weather! It refilled our rain barrels and everything, whoo.

I also could call tiny green machine Poison Ivy.

Does it come with sex pollen? Isn't your iPod named Tim? That could lead to some embarrassing situations.

iPod should be named Lorne, obviously.

holy fuck! I'm sitting here in the dark watching Band of Brohthers and suddenly hear this charming chirping and cooing, and since it wasn't the cats, sent me into a panic as I dashed around the cluttered apartment to turn on the lights and get to the window before whatever the fuck it was clambered in through the open window.

I dared a peak and caught two adorable racoon ears right below the window. And of course the windows suck so the panicked slam shut didn't quite happen. Those are evil little bastards!

I don't think I'll be building kitty steps to the dining window anymore.

Seriously, I've lived in the middle of a state park for twenty five years and not had this kind of problem with wildlife. Even with the fisher cats and bears and coyotes.

Now there's sneezing deer and racoons serenading my window. I'll come home one day with hoofprints on the cats and long-clawed pawprints sliding down the walls and my pantry ransacked.

am I the only one who kinda loves the ridic boy band Wendy's commercial?