On a short continuance from yesterday, let me just say that I did not have roaming hippos in Columbia on my bingo card. (Was talking about it here a HIPPO violation? ROFL)
Yesterday, I removed the 'feather bed mimic' topper thing from our bed. The dang thing was lumpy as all get out. That and the constant fluffing of it were getting to be a pain in the everywhere. Last night, I did have a devil of a time getting to sleep, but I must've slept better. We'll see how it goes.
Getting old blows.
Okay, I'm old. (Yeah, yeah, not as old as some.) I was thinking the other day about my grandmother and how she was. I realized I will never be as old in my head as my grandmother was. Then again, Grandma was never as old as I thought she was. Hearing stories from Mom about her tell me that I was mistaken about her on several points. Oh, she was not a pleasant woman and would never be mistaken for the warm and cuddly grandmas some people have. I was talking with my sister and we agreed that Grandma was a bitch. But really when Grandma was younger, she was a tough, pants-wearing, hard-working chick who liked parties and doing things women weren't supposed to do back then. Maybe she was bitchy because as she got old, she couldn't be the woman she knew herself to be, which would make anyone bitchy, I guess.
You hear all the time about men withholding stuff from the wives during a divorce, but I just read a case where it was the woman. She's in jail now until she forks over the stuff that the court already said belonged to her ex-husband or pays him the value of those things. Equal rights for women means being equal in this shit, too. Good for the judge. Feminists wanted everything equal, where there ya go. Choke on it.
Pedro Potato is getting tall. Go, Pedro! I'm not sure if he's actually making potatoes under there. The only way to tell is to dig him up, the thought of which makes me sad. It'll have to be done eventually, but until then, I'll enjoy him as the healthy plant he is.
We had a hell of a storm last night. Thankfully, I'd already moved all my pots under the eaves, so they got at least some protection. At around 2am, it got really nasty and I wondered if I did indeed hear a train in the distance. (We have no tracks anywhere near here... by train, I mean tornado.) I checked the yard this morning and all is well.
And on that note, I have to go make my daily call to Mom. Have a great day everyone. Peace out.