Love that arbor, DJ.

Sweet peas are very pretty, easy to grow, and can be staked up to hide the rest of the garden.

My mom is a micromanager and vague about it. Like if I could just figure out what it is she wants I'd do it but it's all, "Why are you doing that?" "Where did you get that from?"

My classic example is coming home for Christmas and Mom asking me 40-billion questions about my plans that evening (the answer to all of which were, "I don't know. I just got here). Until she finally got snippy and said, "I JUST WANTED TO KNOW IF YOU WANT TO HAVE DINNER WITH US!"

Well, damn woman, ask that then. I would be happy to change or cancel plans I had to have dinner. Y'all are my parents and I love you.

Thanks Spidra! I love looking through those pictures. This [link] my favorite spot at my parents and I spend whole afternoons in that swing with iced tea with too much lemon.

Hahaha! Yeah, that sounds familiar. Although my Dad is guilty of similar things. He tends to use pronouns before he tells anyone else the antecedents. Then gets angry when we don't understand what he's referring to.

Laga, I could totally make the bed look great. I've got tons of great flowers to put in, including sweet peas. But she flat out refuses to trust me. And given that our tastes are different (I think plain wood is beautiful, she'd probably prefer painted wood or plastic), what I and others think is beautiful is not necessarily what she thinks is beautiful.

Hah! DJ, that's dreadful, it would make me crazy. Though I suppose I didn't grow up with it, so I'm unused to it.

maybe it's taking her so long to get back to you because she likes you a lot and she's taking forever to compose just the right response

Heh. And I TOTALLY do this--especially when I read stuff on my phone, which is easy, but don't want to try to type a response. And yet, there's still that voice in my head going "she just wanted to hit it and quit it, and now she thinks you're pestering her" (which is SO not true--why would she have friended me on FB and commented on a bunch of my stuff the next day? But then the voice is all "shyeah, has she done so SINCE? NO! SHE HATES YOU!"). It's all very fucked up in my brain. Sigh.

We really do have the same brain, meara.

I know better than to go grocery shopping while I'm hungry. Especially Wegman's. I just put my groceries away, and I have no idea what I was thinking when I picked half these things.

However, I finally got tomato sauce, after forgetting it the last three times I went grocery shopping.

~ma to them as needs it. I am zonked. Spent a good chunk of the day picking up 20-lb cylinders of concrete and tossing them over into a dumpster with 6 ft-high sides. My biceps, triceps and hamstrings are going to be aching tomorrow!

I'm bummed. It looks likely that we may have to make an example of someone and kick them out of the program. God, I hope it doesn't come to that.

Also, B wants to talk tonight. This could be interesting.