Choosing a husband

I do like VW Bugs...always have, especially red ones. This gleaming one reminded me of how, in high school, we did this thing where during the course of a week or longer we would count red VW Bugs. The boy that kissed you after the hundredth one was the one you should marry.

The Bugs looked a bit different then and of course it was malarky. Everyone knows it's a hundred white horses you have to count.

Neighbor fed us a splendid dinner to help celebrate their elegant kitchen redo.

Covered the sidewalk grass (half dead already) with black plastic to kill it off so I can plant drought and salt tolerant groundcovers and ornamental grasses.

And that it pretty much it. This diary format blipping...I don't know. Starting to think nothing exciting ever happens around here.