…and she baked great cookies, too
Today’s trip to the dog park was fun for the girls. The one we went to was huge and not too crowded. Both of them were pretty tired out by the time we got home.
I once again took up my Holy Jihad against the Weedy Infidels that have invaded my garden in their millions. Armed with my Blessed Instruments of Horticulture, I clipped and chopped and raked and hoed and pulled and…decided that I really need to buy a new weed whacker to replace the cheapass one that crapped out 2 years ago. After a two hour rampage (which was enforced by my Sweet Angel, Grace, lest I overdoo it on this first garden foray of the year) the garden looked as tho I’d barely touched it. I shall venture forth to kick more botanical booty tomorrow.
Right now, I’m drinking Boontville Amber Ale and it’s a pretty fine ale. It is brewed over towards the coast in Booneville in the Anderson Valley. Booneville is most famous for it’s regional dialect Boontling, which first cropped up in the late 1800’s.
We were going to go to the movies today, but we decided to go tomorrow. Another dog park trip might happen, too.
And now, I go to Civ 3, where I shall expand the glory that is Greece and then kick the asses of Zululand.
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