By Popular Demand

This whole NaBloPoMo idea is going to generate a lot of pointless drivel in blogger land, I think. NaPoiDriBoPoMo, more like.

Did yard work today. Late, isn’t it? you ask. Yeah, well, better late than never. We cracked the whip but good today, disregarding all childish cries, whines and protests, and have completely winterized the yard. BTW, Shan, I scooped a bunch of composted soil all over those two beds you planted this spring.

Off to read in bed. Am completely exhausted, and rather annoyed that I broke a nail untying the trampoline net. I generally have v. short nails, but I had been trying to have a lovely manicure to match my new dress. Dang.

Good night, all.

edit: I had posted this, to satisfy NaBloPoMo requirements, and later pulled it due to Extreme Inanity. Believe it or not, three people have asked where this post went. It just goes to show… there’s nought so queer as folks.