Don't Get Too Excited

I really have nothing to say...I'm going to set your expectations low so there's nowhere to go but up.

This weekend we got a lot done in the yard. I was assigned the task of picking up these rocks that line our "flower bed" (I use the term loosely. It's more like a weed bed. And a flower grave. Where my best-of-intentions plants go to die...Poor things. I'm not a good water-er. This one time Justin and I were reading a magazine that had a list of 10 kill-proof plants. I'd successfully killed at least 3 of them.) I digress--I was supposed to dispose of the rocks. I did good for the first 10 minutes and then got bored. So I moved on to picking up the pavers that make a little sidewalk in the yard. Why I thought that was a good idea...I forget. But I'm sure I meant well. We put the pavers back, but somehow ended up with a ton of leftover dirt on top, completely covering the pavers. So I had the brilliant idea to wash the dirt away with water. If I were entering the largest mud pie contest, it would have been the best idea I've ever had. But for our purposes...notsomuch. I went back to the rocks, but felt bad throwing perfectly good rocks away. Perfectly good for what, I'm not sure. But I rescued them and decided to make a "rock garden." Very zen. And no watering required! I quite like the way it turned out.

We got new garage doors! They're pretty. I don't miss the two-tone, rickety, rusty, off-the-track doors one bit. Our neighbors probably agree.

Justin finished the shower! Good thing. We were starting to stink after a year of no showers.