The pets have their usual antics, of course, though they are getting older and not doing as much crazy as stuff as they used to. Just the same old ones over and over, like kicking litter out of the box, flooding the box (there are generally three HUGE clumps of pee in both boxes every morning), and playing in the bathtub.
Otherwise, they sleep and eat.
I, on the other hand, got another rejection and lost a contest, so I'm feeling a little inadequate as a writer right now. I have two story ideas I'm working on that just sound ridiculously stupid to me, and one personal essay that I will never finish at the rate I'm going because I can't figure out how to make it "edgy."
So here is a picture album of things that happened this week since I don't feel like writing:
The harvest from my garden was more impressive than I expected. Several onions, carrots, cucumbers, and melons have already made it to my table. The melons are small but sweet, the carrots few, but tasty. And the onions have taken over my garden.
The rosebush is thriving and has decided to burst into a very late second bloom. I will attempt a few more cloning experiments with the abundance of blooms, but the ones I've already tried have expired. I just dumped my last can of beer on it, so it should be happy the rest of the season.
This was dinner Monday, following a weekend of seriously bad eating and watching documentaries like In Defense of Food, What the Health, Forks and Knives, and Food, Inc. All can be found on Netflix.
My favorite was probably In Defense of Food by Michael Pollan. I love his little slogan, "Eat food, not a lot, mostly plants."
So I did what he said.
I only had two of those chocolate squares, but that little spread is a little bit of heaven, isn't it?
And what's dinner without a huge cup of Sleepytime Extra tea?
I was out like a light.
Then I woke up about three times throughout the night, desperately having to pee.
Maybe not the best combination there.
On my way to the bathroom, I encountered this hiding in the shower...
Meanwhile, Puckett was engrossed in The Secret on Netflix.
And Willow was snuggled up with a stuffed wolf on the back of the couch.
And here is Tess, pouting because I tried to take her picture when she was playing with Percy. It's the darndest thing. I can pick my phone up a million times to check texts or play Words with Friends, but as soon as I pick it up with the intention of snapping a picture she goes into hiding. It's like she knows...
So that was the last week. Not very exciting, a lot of documentaries, a lot of random pictures, and a lot of stupidity at work. I will definitely have earned this by the weekend: