Tight jeans, tattoo, ’cause I’m rock and roll

Oh, something I for got to me ruin yesterday. Someone dropped off mystery plants. And mystery person too. Wednesday at lunch I come home – as one does at lunch – to find plants sitting on my little outdoor table.

Strange…

But they are inside plant chatting with the others. Happy as little clams. I think. I don’t speak plant to truly know.

Like I was telling Crystal, I think the days of shorts and flip flops are all done. Last night I moved the living room back to how it was, and some fans have been put away. I’m pretty sure summer is over, no matter what the calendar says.

Speaking wrecking balls, BossLady is back today. I’m sure she’s going to just come in like a whirling dervish.

But what’s important right now, the coffee is ready. So I’m gonna make myself a cup. Happy Friyay!

Oh! Before I go, I git a milestone on Duolingo – 20,000 xp! Woot!

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