Saturday Morning

I woke up this morning at 6:55, five minutes before my alarm was set to go off. I lay there for a little while, not wanting to get up and get ready for work, when I suddenly realized… it’s Saturday.

I have a super busy day ahead of me still; Sym has not one but TWO birthday parties to go to. One is at an indoor beach volleyball place (I DON’T EVEN KNOW) in the suburbs, so we’re going to drop her off and then Taylor and I are going to head over to Ikea (the newly renovated Ikea on a Saturday afternoon, we must be crazy). Honestly I don’t think we’re even going to buy anything, but it seems like a good way to kill two hours in the suburbs.

After that she has a second party that is (thankfully) only a few blocks from our house, so while she’s there I can come home and spend time with my favourite doggies, as well as (hopefully) break out my new gardening gloves and do some weeding in the remains of my garden. It’s finally sunny out and I really need to do something about my few poor plants that survived getting stomped by housepainters last summer. They’re looking positively STRANGLED.

Sea of Weeds

YIKES. I’ve been putting it off because of the weather and there’s some plant back there that I think I’m allergic too, but I have to stop living in fear of rain and weeds. First though: coffee.

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