I kinda want it to.

I love when the weeds are replaced by mint. Smells fantastic.

Here the weed is often blackberry. Yummy potential but those are some bloodthirsty vines.

flea, your children are worth their weight in comedy gold.

We took the dogs on a five-mile walk this morning. Then we went to this place: [link] and got some cool succulents to replace the two plants from out front which did not take to their new places. We stopped by the hardware store and got a couple more pots and dirt to finish our vegetable garden in back and set up a soaker hose for it. My superfine DH also replaced my burnt-out headlight. Nice to accomplish stuff.

Way to go, meara!

The vines I'm fighting are blackberry. We're at a draw right now, I think, but I'm afraid they are making a stand somewhere I don't know bout yet. I hope I can get some berries out of the battle, at least.

Just paid bills. Still have to go through the mail. Thinking about doing laundry tonight so I can be free to enjoy IKEA tomorrow...

Nice dinosaur! That place looks awesome, Scrappy.

I have chocolate mint in my strawberry jar. I put it in last year and it overwintered, along with the chives and something that I think is pineapple mint.

If something new overwinters every year, eventually I won't need to buy new plants for it.

Mint does smell lovely underfoot.

Sorted beads for Connie and put Frontline on the animals while watching Who, and emptied the dishwasher during commercials. I think I'll put sheets back on the bed and be done for tonight.

I was feeling uninspired about dinner, but man, I'm glad I made this. Spicy tilapia over spiced-up couscous, steamed green beans, topped with tomatillo salsa.

I swear, I thought my bra shopping rage would be solved when I had the reduction done but I still have the major issues buying bras. Different issues but still issues. I wish bras were simpler.

We're home from Santa Fe and I'm eating dried mango from Trader Joe's. Life is good. Minus the part where my car is dead as dead can be. I see a rental car in my near future.

Hey Suzi, I left you vm. Can I get in on that mani/pedi action tomorrow, too? Also, I have a favor to ask of you... If you want a hint as to what the favor is, re-read the last sentence of the previous paragraph.

I can find bras that LOOK like they fit, and maybe they do, but by the end of the day I feel like they are crushing my chest and stabbing me with underwires. This may be because I never wore bras until I hit my mid-40s. I still don't wear them on the weekends. I hates them, I do, and if I could get away with not wearing them in the office, I would.