Friday morning I did a little garden vlog. Hold onto your seats, it’s riveting.
Excuse the noise; pool equipment, pool fountain, and air conditioner because Florida.
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We had a nice, quiet and productive weekend.
Saturday we got our first delivery (insta-cart) from Costco; it went well.
The funny thing is they won’t deliver to our house, but they will deliver to our rental condo.
(zip code snobs)
So, I set up the delivery time and we chilled and waited: (our big outing for the weekend) our delivery guy was right on time.
The Coach was watching a fishing show (also riveting) on TV when I said I was ready to go home with our goods.
He said, “what do you need to get home for?”
I replied slightly embarrassed: “I have a new puzzle.”
Good lord. Send help ASAP.
We got everything on our list aside from
*ONE THING*
Can you guess what we couldn’t get?
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Speaking of puzzles, because apparently, I can’t NOT speak of them. The new one that Linds stumbled upon in Target while getting her essentials is THE. BOMB.COM.
The one I had been struggling with for many weeks, and finally finished, well, it turns out it might have been from the bargain bin at Wally World.
The one Linds picked up? Ummmm…it’s top freaking shelf. Like Nordstroms top shelf.
Wait, does top shelf mean liquor? Well, then it’s way better than Albertsons Vodka; that sort of top-shelf.
I didn’t even know there was a hierarchy in the land of puzzles, but I’m here to tell you, there is one.
The pieces feel different; like they’re made from the remnants of a baby bird’s feathers that have been mixed with the recycling goods from the Taj Mahal.
Wait. That sounds kind of gross. WHO AM I?
I’m just a girl. Standing in front of a puzzle. Hoping it will help me to solve it.
*ahem, almost a quote from Notting Hill which I watched a few weeks ago and It’s one movie Ernie
can quote*
Such a good RomCom.
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On Sunday I pressure washed the pool lanai and outside furniture while the Coach put together his newest smoker.
Not only is he a Goldilocks with his chairs/office, but he’s also Goldilocks with his smokers.
He has the HUGE tow-behind one that requires a big azz truck and a small smoker/box but needed a medium-sized one too.
{Small and Medium side by side; the new one looks like a time machine. I suppose it IS a time machine for meat.}
He doesn’t complain about my shoes/plants/garden/skincare addictions, so, would I ever complain about his smoker issue?
Hell.to.the.no.
So, it’s Monday. Let me check my calendar and see what’s happening this week.
Well, it looks like I’m TOTALLY open if anyone wants to get together.
Or not.
Have a good one my people.
XO