Let me rephrase that, I just finished pounding six 8' wood stakes into the ground to suppport my tomatoes. I've left them far too long, and now they're snaking every which way, trying to escape the confines of my small 4 X 8 foot veggie bed. Along with tomatoes, I'm also growing raddishes and squash, we'll see how they do. It's been at least 4 years since I've attempted to grow anything edible. The grapes, blackberries, plums, cherries, peaches, hazlenuts & almonds take care of themselves.

Why is it, that whenever I mow the lawn, at least one bag of grass always ends up on my foot? My moist sandaled foot. Sticking every blade and fragment to it. The satisfaction of having a nice looking trimmed lawn slightly outweighs the giant pain in the ass this chore is to complete. Only slightly though

And now, oh joyus of joys, the backyard neighbours have decided to blast some country garbage in my direction. Just as I finish up and feel like relaxing. I think it's time to mix myself a mai tai and crank the Martin Denny. You give me honky tonk? I give you bird calls!

Take THAT!