* I'll have a teenager by the end of the week. Good grief.
* Mr. G told me the other day he knows where he wants to go for his birthday dinner. (this kid plans ahead for his birthday all year) He wants to go to Golden Corral. He saw the ad on TV and is all jazzed up for the chocolate fountain and strawberries. So it'll be me, 3 kids and a few busloads of senior citizens en route to the casino at Golden Corral come July...
* SO irritated by our pool. Total first world problem that I'm almost embarrassed to have.
* Our evening schedule is imploding all week with games, practices and other fun stuff. I'm beginning to think I need a hired driver instead of a hired cook.
* Trying to kill weeds with vinegar--suspect I have a super-genetically-altered breed of weeds growing in my garden...
* Of course when I'm in the throes of spring chores and editing manuscripts for my writing group I'm getting the best ideas for my own work. I should be writing this stuff down, right?
* We have a baby oak growing in one of our gardens--where is it from? Obviously I know the answer, but how did an acorn get beneath a pine tree? I never, ever see squirrels around here...
* I found a pair of high heeled sandals and I cannot find them online so I'll take a photo of them tomorrow because now I have to go to Farm Services to sign off on our annual Crop Report.
Spill it, reader. Do you have a teenager? Is it great?
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