It's my weekend off... YAY!
The last of my little cookie monsters left yesterday at 4, so I just puttered around doing nothing much, until bedtime. Which was 9:30 last night... and not my usual "heading to bed at 11-ish" routine.
I woke at my usual 5am this morning, looked at the clock, realized that I'm not working this weekend and said p** on it ...and went back to sleep.
I woke again at 5:45 ... said p** on it again... and rolled right back over, pulling the covers up to my chin and started in snoring.
Again at 6:55.
Said p** on it again.
But then the thoughts of my evil sister entered my mind.
Thought p** on her, but I might as well get up. She just ruins everything... you know what I mean? Even my sleep.
(I want to assure you that I'm not usually a swearing type of person. "P** on it" is about as bad as I get, and it's usually only muttered to myself. Not that I'm a saint, and I have been known to use certain nasty "wash out your mouth with soap" type words when the situation calls for it. Usually in relation to my sister.)
So, with thoughts of my evil sister in mind, I want to up-date y'all - and then move on to other things.
I had no idea that things had changed in the US, as far as phone bills go.
See, I received another 2 emails from said sibling, claiming that she hasn't paid her long-distance bill, so she's unable to call me until Friday, when she finally gets around to paying the long-distance bill. (her Friday... which is today - my Saturday)
Is that right - or is she lying, yet again? Local and long distance are billed separately? Or is that another one of her extremely inventive excuses? I don't remember paying each portion separately, but it has been a long time.
Am I supposed to feel guilty because I haven't sent her bucket-loads of money, so that she could pay important things like the phone bill or tithe in church on Sunday? Well, let me tell you, I don't feel the least bit guilty. Her drug dealer would probably be the only one getting anything, anyway.
I had replied to her nasty email the other day, simply saying:
"Call me. my number is xxxx-xx-x-xxx-xxx"
(overseas call, ya know. So lots of confusing numbers)
Then I never heard another word, until yesterday, when I got 2 messages in a row from her... Crying that she was too poor to pay her phone bill, but she would call on Friday.
If she calls today...she does.
If she doesn't... well, my day will be much better for it.
And I can probably avoid saying lots of those nasty swear words.
But I don't want to talk about her.
Life's Good. I'm off for the next 48 hours and I don't need nuthin' hanging over my head, you know? I want to just putter in the garden, kick back and read a book or 2, blog to my heart's content and act like a lady of leisure for a couple of days.
And ladies don't swear.
I'm really itching to get out in the garden today and to start pulling up all the plants that died because of the horrible heat we went through... and get them composting. Lately, I've been trying to add native plants when ever/where ever I can, because I LOVE having the parrots and native birds and animals coming in for a visit. Enjoying my morning coffee with dozens of parrots is just the best way to start my day !!
So, I'm going to be totally ruthless when it comes to any "iffy" non-natives. Besides, the natives are much more drought tolerant, and to tell you the truth, I'm getting sick and tired of bucketing water for the garden. Oh, I know I'll have to continue with it until the rains start, but once the plants get established, I won't have to worry as much anymore.
The roses and geraniums will be keepers, as well as the agapanthus, but the rest can just go into the compost pile. It was really stupid to think that I could re-create my dads petunia and violet beds, in an area of the country where 4 minute showers are the rule.
The day's a-wastin'... so I better get out there and start acting ruthless.
Every dead or dying plant is gonna have my sisters face on it, I'm tellin' you true.