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Sep. 18th, 2004 10:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fleaBourne Identity. Fun, giggly glee. Only real worries when I thought they'd off Eamon's kids.
I have become that woman who buys clothes for her kid rather than herself - Carter's outlet. Sigh.
Finally did some yard work despite rainy day. Planted all remaining seeds - they'll go or they won't. Harvest 10 san marino tomatoes, 2 brandywines, about 10 midget carrots. Planted 2 white mums and 4 six-packs of pansies. mr. flea hacked at the crape myrtle. Mosquitoes 1, Fussa (in backpack) 0.
Temperature predicted in 50s overnight - have put Fussa to sleep in footie pajamas. Hee!
Had a nasty run-in with a crazy motherfucking driver - Jethro in a miata - who was convinced mr. flea was creeping up too close at a stoplight (he was not) and then sat there through the light as all the cars behind us honked. Midway through the second light I convinced mr. flea that the wisest policy was not to get into it with crazy motherfuckers, and we passed him, as he sped up to pass us and we swerved around him. mr. flea got yelled at for being such a stubborn ass as to put us (especially the Fuss) in danger. I couldn't stop thinking of the asshole who beat on cashmerepett's husband. What is WRONG with people? My motto - once you become aware they are crazy motherfuckers, give them a wiiiide berth, whether they're pissing you off or not.
I have become that woman who buys clothes for her kid rather than herself - Carter's outlet. Sigh.
Finally did some yard work despite rainy day. Planted all remaining seeds - they'll go or they won't. Harvest 10 san marino tomatoes, 2 brandywines, about 10 midget carrots. Planted 2 white mums and 4 six-packs of pansies. mr. flea hacked at the crape myrtle. Mosquitoes 1, Fussa (in backpack) 0.
Temperature predicted in 50s overnight - have put Fussa to sleep in footie pajamas. Hee!
Had a nasty run-in with a crazy motherfucking driver - Jethro in a miata - who was convinced mr. flea was creeping up too close at a stoplight (he was not) and then sat there through the light as all the cars behind us honked. Midway through the second light I convinced mr. flea that the wisest policy was not to get into it with crazy motherfuckers, and we passed him, as he sped up to pass us and we swerved around him. mr. flea got yelled at for being such a stubborn ass as to put us (especially the Fuss) in danger. I couldn't stop thinking of the asshole who beat on cashmerepett's husband. What is WRONG with people? My motto - once you become aware they are crazy motherfuckers, give them a wiiiide berth, whether they're pissing you off or not.