Group 'o gourds

With a limited lifetime....... I have decided I am going to throw half of the gourds and pumpkins in my garden and the other half in my compost heap of awesomeness. I need some green stuff for it by the way. Nitrogen was in short supply this summer. I may knock on doors in the neighborhood for some. Can you see it now?
Howdy neighbor, got grass?

Today was a great day. Left my fit bit off. Seriously I left it off. I danced and felt free!!!!!!!

Tomorrow is a full day of baking and laundry. Wait I almost had a straight face when I said that.

I am taking this weekend off.

Ethel has convinced me that sleep is good for the soul.
So is chocolate.
:)

My dad informed me that he had received a text stating:
"my mom thinks you are really nice when can you spend the night again?"

My dad assured me that it was received in error.
"Susie, what do we do about this? "
I figured I would just let that person know that the text went to the wrong person.

And.....well......A masterpiece of miscommunication ensued.

Went like this:
"I think you sent this to me in error"
"What?"
"I think you sent this in error"
"Who are you?"
"I am someone that received a text in error from your number."
"Where are you?"
"Seriously? Listen you made a mistake I am forwarding the original text to you"
"I never spent the night with you."
"No no no read the original text."
"What text?"

At this point my dad asked me what I was doing with his phone. I do not have texting on his phone because, well he's 88 years old and it is an old phone. It's an old flip phone. No keyboard. So texting was incredibly difficult and, I am obviously out of practice. You know to get a letter, you have to press the key a hundred times because you keep going past the letter. It took me five minutes to type a sentence. Oh and did I mention that the volume is on super super loud so every text was accompanied by a loud ding. Meanwhile the person on the other end is thinking that I am a perv.
I texted:
"Look, that text was sent to my 88 year old father from your number. I am being charged for texts. So don't send anymore."
"Mkay"

(Now it's clear, she is 12)
2 seconds later

"Where are you?"
"Falmouth "
"what is your name?"
"Susan"
"Oh"
"Goodbye"
"Bye"
I then turned the phone off.

And that was my day.........

It's time to sleep
So
G'day to Downunder and........good evening to the north.