Friday flower No. 27
My marigold has a visitor.
It could be a thousand degrees every day during July, and I will forget about it and forgive you, weather, every single year, when you give me this kind of October. You co-dependent bastard, you.
Yes, I have already busted out the Halloween decorations and I am not ashamed. Nor am I done. This is my first Halloween in the house and I do not intend to let it pass with any shred of subtlety.
Oh sweet relief: For the first time in months I am to be able to go outside and piddle in the yard without wishing instantly for the sweet release of death (when you’re a mosquito magnet, you can’t do your yardwork in skimpy, well-ventilated clothes unless you want to discover bites in places you’d rather just a select few people had access to). These past few days have just been beautiful and I’ve been able…
The way I see it, we’re BFFs automatically since I did not dispense with any smashing. Not that I could have with a hand or foot or rolled-up newspaper; this lovely beast is big enough to eat birds! Okay, maybe not. Anyway, it was perched ever so conspicuously next to my water hose all yesterday and then was gone today. SHUDDERBARF.
Red spider surprise lilies, which really did pop up and surprise me. They are everywhere!
Vicious Thighs is starting out strong this year with a week one squeaker and then this week two blowout. As in years past, I am employing a strategy of radical cluelessness, which propelled me to second place in the league last year. Second place by single digits, no less! This post is in no way my attempt to gloat like a hubris-faced chump without all-out jinxing myself. Nope. No sir.
More news designs to share! This small but fun package ran this past Sunday in Viewpoint. The story –which is a great read and might make you tear up a little or, ahem, a lot — is here.
Administering chin scritches like it’s going out of style.
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