Before they do whatever they're going to do, here's some photos of my weekend:
I planted three mandevilla vines along the back fence:
and the Roma tomatoes are coming along nicely.
They'll go so nicely with the fresh basil:
I also cleaned the pond filter, but that's so not glamorous, so no photos. And I watered. And I went to Target and bought a lawn chair to park under the big tree, and a side table for my iced tea, but I haven't enjoyed either one yet because I've been busting my ass in the house all weekend.
The cats are exhausted from watching me work. When the garage gets nice and hot, the cats move into the garage - especially after dinner. It seems a hot garage aids digestion, because they head out there after eating. Or maybe it's just proximity to the litterbox. Come to think of it, a short walk to the potty is probably the real explanation - they are guys, after all.
This would also explain the cat litter I find in the laundry basket:
And doesn't Boris do a fine Roadkill Possum?
Natasha, the only girl, prefers to lounge in the living room in the air conditioning while the boys bake their brains in the hot garage. She's no fool.
Girlchild went home yesterday, and her brother went up to visit her and hang out with their mutual friends. This did not distress me in the slightest, since we had more meals together this week than we have in the past six months, Gator's and Carrabba's and Chili's, oh my, and staying up too late and talking and low carb beer, I needed a Mother's Day Lunch like a hole in the head. I thought I was going to split my skirt when I got dressed for church today. I'm back on South Beach Phase One for the next couple of weeks. I really feel the effects of the indulgences I've indulged. My energy level is one step above inanimate object. I'm crabby and bitchy at work. I fade by 3 p.m. I need sleep and a very controlled diet for at least two weeks to get my balance back. I've learned my lesson - even somewhat moderated "junk" carb consumption messes me up. Highly processed carbohydrates don't give real energy - they cause a roller coaster high and low that steadily leaves you at a "lower low" - and I'm about as low as I ever want to go.
The boy did say he wants to take me to lunch one day this week, and that's fine, we can go somewhere that serves nice healthy salads and grilled things.
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