In which I try desperately to prove I'm not an eighty year old woman

So for those who are curious about my field trip and chocolate: ( I cut my text like I cut my FOREARMS - with bitter, bitter sarcasm )

Today I am going to finish ripping out all of the ugly shrubs (dwarf yaupon holly) in my front beds and replace them with Lorapetalums, aka Chinese Fringe Flower. I'll finish them out with Spanish lavender (Otto Quast), some annual bluebonnets and alyssum. All of my daylillies are poking their heads up out of the ground, as well as the lilies. YAY SPRING! Almost here....

So all of this outside time (it's been in the 70s all week and BLUE skies, ahhh) I've not done much of anything inside, and I want to write. I WANT TO LIIIIIIVE! Mr. S is off doing his own thing today, so I won't be glued to his side like Quatto. (two... three... four... *crickets*) Confidential to dancetomato and chrisleeoctaves: it's that baddirtywrong story. Be prepared to defriend me - it's... Well. Heh.

HELLO EVERYONE!!! February is almost over, it's almost MARCH which means warmer temps, sunnier days, pretty things popping up out of the ground, and TWITTERPATION! *buzzes like a bee around everyone*