Kittens, there’s a secret I’ve been keeping from you all.
And while this is neither the time nor the place for full-blown confessions, this is pretty much The Peak Of My Truthiness.
Prepare yourselves, because it don’t get more real than this.
You see, I have this thing.
For terrible coffee mugs.
Like, the tackier they are, the more I love them.
Yes, when I was with the girls on Saturday night, I managed to find a coffee mug that read “Grandma of the Year.”
My heart was doing little leaps of joy while I tried to assess where that mug fit in relative to the Teddy Bears and Music Notes-mug we have at home.
It was a hard call. But it was The Teddies for the win.
You just can’t compete with a treasure like that.
On a scale of one to cat lady, I’m not sure where this places me. But I just have this feeling that it’s not so close to one.
Le jardin continues to grow at an astonishing rate.
Between the leg warmers and the hot tea and the Ralph Lauren pullovers, I just need to see something…Alive. Green. Flourishing.
The Basil and Tomatoes (I NEVER thought I would be attempting tomatoes at this house) are 100% committed at this point. I’m not sure what to say about their other counterparts.
At least we’ve managed to ensure ourselves a steady supply of Margherita Pizza, Caprese Salad, Bruschetta and Pesto.
What’s your tacky little secret?
At what point does one stake tomato plants to make sure they’re growing straight up?