In the garden. Out of the garden.

Have you heard the one about the guy that spent his entire Saturday working in the yard, spreading compost, digging garden beds, mowing lawns and transplanting seedlings?  And then finished off the day by making an incredible, amazing, fantastic crazy-gourmet dinner for 10 people?  It's a good one.

Stupid Dog. Sprinkler Day. {phfr} {tt}

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Tuff: the stupidest, most photogenic dog on the planet

Brain dump, sort of a confession + baby update

I feel like being pregnant turns me into a honey badger (link not safe for kids.  Or people who don't like swearing.  Like really.  But man it makes me laugh....).  Or MORE of a honey badger.  Or something.  I can't post anything or write anything because all I can think is "Ugh!  That article made me so mad!  What an unabridged douche canoe that dude is!" (I used that exact phrase, "unabridged douche canoe," on facebook the other day and it was a huge hit, so I'm feeling like...you know...if it ain't broke, no repairs necessary and all that.  Okay fine, along with being honey badger, my brain is made of cheesecloth.  Total inability to think of new material.)

The Madame Suspicious-pants Gene

Madame Suspicious-pants at 1 month

my little Mary

Living Room, Spring, Ernie... (7QT)

As foreshadowed in Monday's post, the crappiness has continued this week with a four day lull between my visits to ye olde blog.  Mea culpa!

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Did you know it got spring up in this piece?  It totally did!  Mr. Camera came with me outside on Wednesday morning (because God is being so so so so merciful to me with this pregnancy that the 2nd trimester is actually.....wait for it....bringing some relief from the barfy sleepiness.  Can you believe it?  I thought that thing was a total lie!) and I snagged a couple of shots of what's going on in the yards:

Why I've been such a crappy blogger

Right now I'm eating raw asparagus spears dipped in spicy Asian garlic sauce (like Sriracha but comes in a jar with a green lid.  Has pepper flakes in it).

Last week I went to an actual doctor's office for the first time in....over three years.

The week before that, I called my husband at work in a hysterical frenzy, sobbing into the phone.  He had to come home, I said.  He had to come home right now. 

Videos, ranting, and book rec (7QT)

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The other day my husband dropped an enormous truth-bomb on me as I was standing, all unsuspecting-like in the kitchen.  Are you ready?  

I have a weird sense of humor.

Whaaaaa.......?  14 years together and he just NOW tells me this?  ApparentLY (you have to say it like that, with the emphasis on the LY)