Someone I know told me she's pregnant this week. One of their kids suggested a few names, and I told her we're stealing one of them: Fire Truck. Only, to distinguish from all the other Fire Trucks, we're changing it to Phyre Trux. Sophisticated, yes? Thanks to Tiffany for helping me get from A to B in a few steps on that one. Depending on how I know you, you may know the newly pregnant woman. I'm not telling until I get the all clear.
Watched Clinton vs. Obama debate last night while Willa climbed all over me (no doubt giving Phyre Trux the chance to test out some of those reflexes). I'm still not in love with either. Still yearning for John Edwards.
Wild violets are covering the lawn, and while I'm delighting in them, I'm pretty sure Jim's plotting their death.
Speaking of plants, here's what's going on upstairs at Camp Sinki:
This photo is about 2 weeks old. We now have sprouts in every pod. Be sure to check in next month when I post about free tomato plants, because what the heck ARE we going to do with 80 plants in 2 different varieties?