Last week as we were leaving our house and Bitty E was buckling herself into her car seat she said “Gosh, I really hope they have a potty there ’cause I have got to go!”
*pause for processing time*
Yes, we were at our home. In our garage. A FEW SHORT STEPS FROM A POTTY. Our own potty, whose cleanliness is…well…at the very least more predictable than a public potty.
Big sis tends to be excitable. I cannot at all identify and have no idea where she got this trait.
In unrelated news I am beside myself with anticipation to get these seeds in the ground. It’s looking good for this weekend.
But I’ve been sneaking things in here and there, just to get my digging fix.
The tomatillos are tomatillo-ing.
The pepper, ground cherry, marigold, and zinnia starts are all in, as well as the cilantro seed.
The blueberries are just shy of me having to get all crazy with the bird netting. Which reminds me I need to give that loaner plastic owl a try…
And the ladies are out in full force, doing what they do and reminding me I have a loving Father who must feel the same way I do about a great polka dot.
