Hidey Ho Neighbor. If we were meeting chez moi for coffee today I would tell you to bring your own dust mask because I have some painters here doing some plastering (pre-paint prep) and they have made an absolute dust storm in my house.
If we were meeting for coffee today I would tell you that the battle is on between Starbucks' Mocha and Second Cup's Mocha Red Eye. I had a mocha red eye yesterday and it made me boogie like I haven't boogied in decades. But I think my alliegance is still to my VentiLowFatMochaHalfSweetEasyWhip and I dare anyone to say that with a straight face. When I order mine I can't keep from laughing it out and I'm sure my barista thinks I'm either nuts or trying to chat him up.
If we were meeting for coffee today I would tell you that aging definitely is not for the faint of heart. Lately I feel like I'm falling apart from head to toe. Working my way down, here is a list of my complaints: my hair is limp from hormones or lack thereof, my pinkeye came roaring back this weekend, a couple of my molars have chipped, I have a stiff neck that stretches all the way down through my shoulder and comes out my index finger, I am bloated, constipated, sciatica twitches on my right side and I am having hot flashes AND PMS which really is just all wrong. The mood swings have me swearing so hard that even I am finding myself offensive.
If we were meeting for coffee today I would tell you that these make me swoon
and I would show you the newly dug grave in our backyard.
Riley's poor Snaily came to a sorry end on Sunday and did the tears flow. It was his second try at making a garden snail a pet and well, I will just say that I am so glad that it wasn't me who stepped on the thing because I'm not sure I could live with that guilt. Then I would tell you that life picks itself up though and we had another visitor in our garden. I think he is living under our deck where there are plenty of bugs to eat and dank spots to hang out.
And while we were out in the garden I would show you Larry and Curly who are keeping an eye on my tomato plant.
If we were meeting for coffee today I would ask you if you think it's the testosterone factor that makes little sock balls
and drops them all over the house.
And then we would head over to Amy's Lucky Number 13 and see what books she has checked out of the library.