Weed of the Day: French Broom Update

So this last weekend we were up at 13 Springs Ranch, and I nagged and nagged at Rhys until he cut down the big bush of French Broom and the slightly smaller bush that it had engendered. Now I just need to pull seedlings for the next five years and the problem is solved!

Blog Slacker

I am told by my readers that I am becoming derelict in my blogging duties. Aieeeee! Looking back, I realize it has been 12 days since my last post; but what can I say? Now that I have a job, I can't just sit around blogging all day dammit!

Here is a picture I drew of Howard Stern, who, though most don't know it, is secretly a troll.

So I am rummaging around in my head trying to find interesting items to tell you all, but the only thing I can think of is the bag of wooden nickels that spontaneously combusted at the Farmer's Market the other day, and since this tidbit was given me by the only person who regularly reads this blog, it seems redundant to post it here. But I am doing it anyway.

What else is there to tell? I found a really, REALLY gross and disgusting tick on my dog that could not have been on her for more than a day and a half, but was bloated to the size of a dime. When I pulled it off my dog bled sluggishly for about 10 minutes after. I think the tick had hit a vein or something. Ultradisgusting.

Speaking of dogs and gross things, my boss' dog Freckles chewed the base of his tail absolutely raw and now has one of those cone things on his head. He is miserable in the extreme and keeps moping about the office, trying to get under my desk to lie down (but he can't because his cone gets caught on things).

Other interesting news: Rhys is gonna be a godfather to one of our nieces (he can't remember which one). So this summer we get to fly out to New Jersey for the christening. I can only imagine that my brother-in-law wants his daughter to be subverted from the Catholic faith, since Rhys has no love for organized religion in general, to put it mildly. Plus he's married to a pagan.