things are going to go from peaceful, quiet morning to hellish, key-pounding interview desperation time.
It’s a very busy day, relatively.
So I am doing the honorable thing by blogging now so that you may catch up with me at your leisure during the work day. I urge you to return the favor.
Here is why I love my sister-in-law:
We were babysitting and after the kids went to bed, Seth and I planned how we would drop hundreds and hundreds of dollars on perennials for Garden III: The Unsurpassable, in hopes of cashing it in at farmer’s market. Berries, rhubarb and asparagus are where it’s at, my friend. Or, where it will be, in 3-4 years.
But anyway, we were making notes, and I said something along the lines of “I need a calculator. And a highlighter.” and the first drawer we opened contained both. I was even able to choose between a yellow or pink highlighter. I can only assume that every drawer in the house has at least one of these items.
Oh, to be an organized person.
Combine our reckless seedling spending with the purchase next door and a $700 hospital bill and: We regret to inform you that we will not be available for spending money until June 1. Peanut butter and jelly, anyone?
Also of note: I lost my check card for two weeks and wasn’t able to spend money unless I made a withdrawal from the bank. This is a very good way to remain thrifty.
June 1 is also the date Seth has tentatively set to get the upstairs done, as well as the rest of the trim work downstairs. We also should probably get a handrail and some balusters on the stairs if we hope to have a successful reappraisal.
After that, I have/want to:
1. Plant a tea garden and make my own teas
2. Take photos at the farm thing on Saturday
3. Con parents into a trip south (with tractor & plow in tow, preferably) on Sunday
4. Investigate all my new gospel music
5. Pick up chicks (the peeping kind)
6. Clean the garage
7. Clean the basement
8. Make blueberry vinegar
10. and this can’t be good:
>>> Seth Teter <email@example.com> 03/16/09 04:00PM >>>
My name is meat goat. I eat your grass. Then you eat me.
Assistant Editor, Buckeye Farm News
Ohio Farm Bureau Federation
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