Monday, May 30, 2011
The day is mine, Trebek
Not done, but running. Needs more water (tomorrow), needs more aesthetic fiddling (no ugly black liner or hose visible), needs water plants (bog irises, according to the lovely and green thumbed Mrs. Borepatch), needs fish.
Now I need an ibuprofen cocktail, preferably with something lovely as a chaser.
kx59, run and hide from your lovely bride. I can't imagine what this would have taken in that Texas concrete/clay.
The post title, of course, if from this: