That’s how I’m feeling right now. Date night is good for the soul, I tell ya. We had a really good meal, good wine, ran into all kinds of old friends, and totally managed to avoid talking about Dash. I think the only time he came up was when other people asked about him. (Don’t worry little guy, it’s not like we forgot about you. Just having some much needed adult time/conversation.)

And it’s this good feeling that I’ve been holding on to and has kept me from getting totally pissed off at the 47 neighbors who have been out with leaf blowers all weekend long. Seriously people. How lazy are you? Unless you’re very old or physically cannot rake you do not need a leaf blower.* You need a rake. That’s all.

*unless of course you, my lovely readers, have a leaf blower. in that case, i applaud your efficiency.

Is it not supremely annoying to type in a domain name at register dot com only to find that someone owns it and isn’t using it? And they don’t even intend to use it. They just want your money so you can use it. Grrr…

And is it maybe just a little annoying when you find yourself thinking, “Maybe I’ll just pay the money and consider it an investment”? Grrr… again.

We three went to the Farmer’s Market the other day for new plants and whatever delicious produce we could find and ended walking away with so much more. Mainly, a basic tip on how not to raise Dash.

Cruel Mom says while walking by us: But then we’ll bring all these plants home and they’ll end up dead.
Sincere 6-year-old daughter: No they won’t.

Cruel Mom says while walking past us two minutes later: Ok. We’ll get one and when it dies I’ll take the money out of your savings account.