This ain't no soup and salad lunch...

I am drinking scotch for lunch. No, I'm not kidding. It's the only way I can stay still long enough to write this....
***
Texas Interhash is 48 hours away.
***
Home Depot now sells stakes in boxes. Wooden Stakes. The ones that used to be loose in the bin at every hardware store in the universe... I looked in Lumber, in Garden, back in Lumber. I asked the man for stakes. Rod Iron or Wood? he asked. "I need wood," I said. "It's in the box," came the reply. I should have been rolling on the ground. Instead, I smiled weakly, found my stakes and drove to Costco. Now that I'm on scotch number 2 it's really funny.
***
It turns out that no, in fact, you cannot put together a pole tent by yourself - even if you do wear a pretty pink crown and answer to the name "power hungry bitch."
***
Mary Jane seemed like a good idea since I've lost my appetite, too, but I don't have a job remember... and God forbid they cut hair. I'd be screwed.
***
I used to hate to garden so much, I hated others for doing it as well.
Now, it's a good way to keep myself calm. I dug up four independently growing native Nandina this morning and moved them to the back yard where they will form a colorful hedge against the back fence. I also found out from the guy at the Farmer's market that the artichokes I seek do not come out until two weeks from now. It's too early. So that's good, right?
And I'll have you know that I did not purchase a single thing at the Nursery at Home Depot. Not one thing.
***
Somewhere there is a starving goat that is missing out on the lush abundance of my back yard... a place too wet and green to mow.
***
I nearly forgot about empty bottles of propane. Nearly... Instead, I am about to go get them filled. Or, maybe I'll just skip it and go tomorrow. Glass two of scotch is really working.
***
Facebook did it to me again. I simply hate finding things out via status update that really require a phone call or at least an email. A wedding announcement, for instance is OK... but letting us all know it happened by changing your status on Facebook is rude. Besides, it leaves me saddened again and full of regrets. And right now is not the time for such things.
***
If I said to you bring boxes, and you failed... would it be OK for me to scream?
No? OK... then be prepared for tears.
***
I'm out of scotch. Just saying... not sure what that means... but it's not a good thing~