Oh la la la

What to write about? It's Friday. I really wish it were Saturday, but I also don't. Because on Saturday we still have to get up early and do a whole bunch of garbage (name-change, vehicle title change, joint account opening, etc). So it might as well just be Friday. SIGH.

Couple evenings ago we ripped more Satan Weed (tm) out of the yard. Turns out it's morning glory. We discovered this in Montana when describing it to my mom, who knows her weeds. Patrick wasn't kidding. That filth comes back with a vengeance. I guess it'll just be an unending battle. A neighbor stopped by to chat* and told me that apparently if you spray it with Roundup and cover it with a garbage bag it will eventually die, but how are you to do that when you've got a zillion other plants around and you don't even know where it's coming from? We also ripped out a bunch of dandelions and some sort of tall grass business.

This yard is going to take ages to completely set right. Maybe I'll just try to maintain some semblance of decency instead of going whole-hog for "nice". Because really? No. It is a LOT of work. Except maybe yes, because I'll probably talk myself into it. And then it will give Patrick mental anguish to see me yanking things out of the dirt myself, so he will have to help.

It's a vicious cycle, people.

When Jennifer and I were walking back from lunch the other day, some creep with no shirt on waggled his groin in what I assume he felt was an enticing manner at us. We ignored him and mouthed, "Wtf?" at each other once we had passed. Must be back in the city... Too bad you can't stab people like that without it being felony assault. Oh sorry, I haven't had anything to eat yet this morning and my bloodythirsty nature is getting the better of me. :p Stabby, stabby!

Speaking of stabbing (no good can come of starting a sentence this way), I've always wanted to learn how to throw knives correctly. I just think it's a neat skill. I mean how do you even do that? Does it turn as it goes through the air? Or is it a flat gliding thing? How do you not just bang the hilt on stuff and have it fall to the ground?

Also, lockpicking. You never know when you might get thrown in a gulag and need to pick your way out. I really need a sandwich.

When I was trying to fall asleep last night, I had all three cats piled up on my side of the bed. I think they missed us. You'd think with the cat to side of bed ratio that they only missed me, but that is false. Patrick is just so huge that they can only fit on my side. This does not endear them to me as I am a total sucker for sleepy kitties and then feel compelled to curl myself in a ball so as not to disturb them. /eyeroll

I hope you're all having a good week. Go eat something tasty.

*This was good, since I'd been feeling a little guilty about how antisocial people around there probably thought I was. When G lived with me, we received an invite to a barbecue, but for some reason that I have since forgotten, we couldn't go. I'm sure they assumed we were elitist snobs or something. Anyway, this was a very friendly interaction, and I think we are invited to a barbecue in August, so maybe we will make some friends. Unintended isolationist problem solved!