Resting in bed. Tuckered out. Got all the clothes washed and hung out pretty early, thinking the wind we're having (pre-rainstorm sort of wind) would dry things pretty quickly. Right on all counts.
And reading a new Joanna Trollope book, this one called The Soldier's Wife. She's one of my favorites, and she never disappoints. Not far into it, so that's my treat for the rest of the day.
Tomorrow is the least one's eleventh birthday, and Gary and I've already shopped for her. Will need to pick up some groceries for the dinner of her choice, though, which will be Chicken Curry on Basmati rice (my new-found favorite food since it cooks up so beautifully), green beans and Italian Cream Cake (swoon-worthy). Probably run that errand in the morning, since the rain will make a mess later on this evening.
Oh, and our neighbors who have driven us NUTS are supposedly moving today. Bring out the streamers and balloons. Can't wait for them to leave. I know. You're saying that I don't show much Christian charity, aren't you? Well, now. That's okay. Let some folks move into your neighborhood who trash the front yard, put their speakers on the front stoop and play Rap music, use old mattresses and box springs for trampolines, carve up the Oak tree in their yard, fuss about pulling up their garbage can, and generally swear and carry on every weekend, and we'll talk again. Not to mention the teenagers who show up from 'who knows where' to hang out and fill the street with their common behavior. Not sure Christian charity even enters into the picture. Anyhow, there will be pony rides for the kids too. You should come.
Guess that's it from me. Ready to chill for a bit. Waffles and sausage for dinner. Yum.
