At 5:30 PM tonight I found myself in the sunshine, in my own yard, with a crappy plastic kiddie-pool filled with warm water (and god knows what since Gonzo was diaperless) and two screaming happy girls each holding an ice cream cone melting faster than they could eat it. Preacher had a six pack of beer on ice for the grownuppers. Miss Crab discovered it was more fun to be naked in the kiddie-pool. Gonzo discovered that if we were not paying attention, she could eat as much lawn as she wanted to. It was the first time in a long time I felt like I was at peace with my chaos. My giant white trash moment.
We lost another furry soldier to the pond project. Yes. That is 2. I am going to start a suicide hotline for chipmonks. Or keep a running kill tally on the blog. Preacher put a long bamboo stick in to the pond to help the little buggers out.
And speaking of the pond project -- it is a pond of ill repute! There is some fish "action" going on in there! Me thinks we will see spawn before long. I have to credit Preacher for the Pond Of Ill Repute comment. Freakin' hilarious. I want a sign.
We are going to try to have a yard sale next Saturday. We have accumulated so much "stuff" over the last ten years. When we left Seattle, we sold 2/3 of our belongings before heading out east. So liberating. Somehow we have gained it all back ten-fold. We have owned this house for a year this month and I have been in our basement 5 times. That is how much I hate it down there. It is dark, dreary and filled with boxes. Boxes of curious origin. Stuff. Clutter. Blech.
It might actually help us get the house ready for Miss Crab's birthday party.
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