Though I'm tempted to say "Drvvvvvvv" instead! Hope you're having a wonderful day, with appropriate caking and universal kindness and nothing remotely like suspicious breakins or the like.
If I can improve your day with a drabble, please let me know! ♥
I'm behind on my friends' page again (I don't seem to read it at all over the weekends these days), but I'm hoping to get caught up again.
Last Friday I was awakened by the sound of "RRRRrrrrrr... RRRRrrrrr..." and some construction equipment on the street. Someone's chainsawing a tree,
I thought. When I opened the windows to my home office, I saw that it was OUR tree. Nuts. By late yesterday all three doomed trees had been removed. Now the yard looks weird and kind of barren (despite all the other landscaping). The foreman was photographing stuff on Monday, because it turns out that one of the County Supervisors drove by and read him the riot act about there being nothing wrong with the trees (Hah!) and them not being county trees (they are). So on top of everything, the guy has to protect his job. Whee. I'm still disappointed that all three trees had to go—couldn't even one of them have stayed healthy?
This weekend included biking with Christopher (who needs a bigger bike—jeez, the complaining and the stopping!), running on Sunday (too hot!), pruning trees in the backyard for four hours, and getting to Christopher's haircut on Monday night (Return of the Werewolf. What a mess...)
We got caught up on Fringe
(whoever cast John Noble in that series gets my undying love—he's totally breaking my heart these days), and started S2 of The Riches
I also have some minor thoughts on last week's SPN, 2x19: ( Collapse )