The Internets: My Antidote to THE Wedding

Isn’t the whole point of the web to allow me to stay in bed yet not miss a single gory sparkly detail every last tiara?  Uh, yes it is. 

Just like the awards shows:  snuggle into bed and in the morning I only lose one full minute of my life looking at the dresses.  Um, ok, so maybe it’s more than one.  Like a lot more and there are repeat visits.

So I will get my sleep and only lose a few minutes of my life keystroking through photos of the dress, the tiara and anyone else’s dress and tiara.  I can only hope that Elton John comes in a dress and tiara.

Hi Mom!

xo

Julia

Tornadoes on the Way to Del Ray?

Tonight's view out back, through the storm
door.  A little soaked, but I suppose that's
good for his lawn (and my veggies).

That's the name of my neighborhood in Alexandria, Virginia. It's super cute.  Great cheese store.  The Spouse called tonight and asked if I was on my way home.  It was 5:30. When have I ever left the office before 6:30  Or 7? Like, never.  Ok, he tells me to leave right away or stay put for an hour because of weather.  Tornado warning near Quantico.  Headed our way. 

This being DC, it was an absolute weather overreaction -- something that amuses me to no end about this place - we got some rain, and it was windy. For 20 minutes.  Game over.  What I loved was how my husband put away or bolted down everything. Then, when I walked in the house, trotted down to his man lair (converted basement) and told me to call him if I saw a funnel cloud.  Funnel cloud.  FUNNEL CLOUD?  What happened to protecting me FROM the funnel cloud?  No, turns out since the rough weather started last week (remember this detail ... last week) he's been charging the video camera just in case he should catch one. FOR A WEEK!

Doesn’t the dirt go IN the pot?

That’s what he said while I was sitting in the middle of this:

For a split second I was mildly annoyed. Probably more because my super cool $25 craigslist wood table and bench just tried to maul me with a 3 inch splinter through my yoga pants (doesn’t everyone do their potting wearing yoga pants?) Then I looked left, at this man’s lawn. Just a wee little reminder he has every right to entertain himself with little jokes at the expense of mere mortals trying to grow things, unlike a gardening and lawn god like himself. Behold, his lawn:

Let me be clear, that grass is his, I had nothing to do with it, ever.  Until recently.  Like, recently a week ago. When I reveled in the fruits of three years of his labor and I laid down in it.  It was like heaven. Grass from heaven.  It was (is) so thick and soft it was springy.  I thought of making grass angels.  Grass is not as smooth as snow, I noticed. So I just stayed put in a spread eagle.  I did that last week.  And yesterday.  And today, when I got home form the office.  He has recommended that I lay on the front grass, too. (Just one of the gajillion reasons I love him – he does not bat an eye at his wife coming home at 7 PM, waving hello and laying down spread eagle on the heavenly backyard grass while not interrupting an awesome pep talk from her mom, in fact he suggests other places to lay flat on my back all over our yard.)

Aww, look at the babies (plants) all cleaned up for their first photo, below.  It's the overflow from the garden we planted last weekend.  Green salad bowl lettuce, spearmint, sage, and some broccoli 

Lettuce area looking good after being here for a week.  This was two hours before they were hailed on (!) but they looked fine this morning and tonight.  Hubby loves Romaine, as you can see.  And I couldnt resist that romaine with the red spots, toward the font ... called freckled Romaine.  Broccoli to the right. 

 Thanks for reading, Mom!