I'd planned on something different for tonight, but when I got home from work I didn't feel like doing much more than sitting on the couch. It was a long day.
(work involved, among other things, being told "you're so nice, but don't work so hard. We've got all day to do this" by a co-worker, and literally running to the travel section to placate a cranky russian five minutes after closing. "You have five copies! they told me! I drive forty minutes to get here!" I have a feeling he ran a host of other errands in that forty minutes, but he managed to be charming enough in his faux-outrage to get me to do what he wanted.)
orange poppies are good, though. These are blooming like mad in my front yard right now.
They don't last too long, but they're awfully pretty while they're here.
Look at them there, flirting with and shunning me at the same time. Does my garden not have dirt and water too? I hate you and I love you, poppies!
ReplyDeletehee hee hee. I forgot about your poppy "problem."
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