Our backyard has gotten sad.
The deck needs to be stripped, sanded, and stained.
My potted shrubs that once looked so cute are dying.
Sad, sad, sad.
Deck guy is coming today to check things out.
Dragging kids to flower shop to buy new flowers.
You know what else is sad?
Vaughn has a black eye. She fell over a stuffed chair into the corner of the coffee table.
It's swollen and many shades of purple and red.
Yesterday she was excited because it looked like purple eyeshadow. She spent a lot of time looking at herself in the mirror.
Then before bed she was crying because she wanted the eyeshadow off.
I tweeted yesterday about a new drink that my mom introduced.
(Iced tea vodka ((Firefly)), party ice, water, and lemon wedge.)
We didn't know it at the time, but it's called a Southern Fly.
I keep calling it a Spanish Fly, which is something totally different.
Happy Friday! I'm looking forward to a Spanish Fly!