Oh, I'm such a bullshitter. Really my life is not THAT boring. Look, I have this to look at this morning:
And I have the new Splenda-sweetened Diet Coke to drink. (Thanks to some blogger who brought that to my attention...and I apologize that I can't remember who it was.) It seems sweeter than regular Diet Coke. Not sure how I feel about that, as I sort of like my diet cola to be a bit like battery acid or rotgut going down. Please don't point out that that is indeed what I AM ingesting when I drink this shit. I am intelligent enough to know that; just not intelligent enough to stop. And I know I'm only fooling myself that Splenda is less offensive to my body than aspartame; you don't need to tell me. Yes, lemon water or green tea would be healthier. Yes, yes, yes. Stop nagging.
And yesterday I had a dandelion omelet that was quite bitter, but I choked it down anyway. Just to counteract the chemicals that I have been drinking and to make me feel like I'm doing something good for my body and to make my life less boring.
UPDATE: Since there seems to be a lot of interest, here is a link to Peter Gail's page about dandelions. I highly recommend his little book and the coffee substitute, too. I use the coffee sub. about triple or quadruple strength to get the strong flavor I like.
And the sun fooled us again and stayed out most of the day. We bought seedlings - tomatoes (Brutus Boy or something. That is such a kick to me. When I was a kid, we had Big Boys, and my parents were diehard Big Boy fans. Well, of course now we've had several new hybrids since that time and they have to keep coming up with greater and greater names, like Bigger Boy and Better Boy, and Manly Man and Beefier Guy and Hot Big Daddy. I'm making some of these up, and now some hybridizer will come to my blog and steal these names, I just know it.)
And then there are the cherry tomato varieties. We now have grape tomatoes and Tiny Tim and Sweet 100 and Sweet 1,000, and Tiny Million and Million-Trillion and Bazillion-Bazillion. Yeesh. How does one choose?
I got me some zucchini plants (just labeled plain-old "zucchini." I'm not sure if I can plant these. The name is too boring and plain.)
And some summer squash and broccoli and kale and cucumbers (Bush Pickle. How could I not get that?!)
I didn't get any peppers, because after the choices for tomatoes and more tomatoes, in the heat of the hothouse, my brain exploded all over the peppers and I couldn't choose. There were too many varieties.
I got me some red onion sets and yellow onion sets. The publicity people for onions clearly need to do some work.
And I got some annual flowers for the whiskey barrels in the front. Turns out I didn't get enough. Things are kind of sparse in those barrels.
Ah well. Guess I'll need to take another trip to a garden center. Sad, really.
My hands look like mincemeat, but that just means my life is a little less boring. And today I get to change bedding and do some vacuuming and make this place a tad bit more near presentable, to welcome home the dear daughter, who is flying home from Colorado tonight.
Lee Ann, I'll be in your neighbourhood at approximately 8:30-9:30 p.m. If you're around, wave hello!