It’s April*. That means that taxes are due. It also means that you should put your sweaters into storage, and find your shorts—good ol’ Spring Cleaning. I’m a solid week into excavation and have yet to strike it rich with my box of shorts. On the contrary, I am apparently very rich in the rain coat business, four to be exact. Who knew?!
Here is a list of some other friends I found hiding out in my closet which I love dearly, but lucky for you, have listed on eBay (might I add that I have 100% positive feedback):
On the flip side of the coin, I would like to share with you an item that El will NOT be selling on eBay so you can witness the arbitrary methodology we’re working with here.
Speaking of BIRDS, one has eaten all my cauliflower, cilantro and parsley seedlings. This has prompted a lot of pacing and stomping and sternly talking to myself while waving a trowel in the air. I am on the warpath over a bird. This is what 30 looks like. We finally put up some bird netting yesterday which made me feel only a little more normal. The thing that really made me feel better was tacking up some of the bird netting across Ellen’s bedroom door to catch a big bird. Tsss sssss ssss! <—snake laugh
Here is a crappy video of the moment where she walked full speed into the net. I just replay the noise she makes over and over and over.
* Ok, it’s really May but it took Ellen like 12 days to write this.