From my desk calendar. It's already unbearable outside. but I have watered all my plants and containers and already watered the Peach Trees. The grass (where the sprinkler sprinkles) is really nice, tall and green. In other places the grass is barely growing. Both AC units are on. It's not very cold but it is dry.
Husband wanted lunch yesterday. So he had roll ups, pickles and chips. I had Greek yogurt, buds and cherries. Ice cold. Later he had pasta and chicken. I had some tea.
This morning...for no reason on Earth- I rearranged my closet before getting dressed. All the summer whites, pale yellows and pinks are now on the left, the other long sleeved shirts in deeper colors and plaids (why?) but are to the right. The dresses and heavier items are now in the guest room closet. Someday...I might wear them. I haven't as yet. One dress is black...for funerals.
I walked into the small sewing room and got distracted by the mess on the cutting table. Started sorting. But no way was that going to work out so I am now here- with you. I sorted fabric in the bins a few days ago and came away with a handful of stuff I had been looking for for months, even years. The bins finally decided to cough them up. Now...that I am no longer needing them.
The bins and the Attic. Sigh....... I have no idea what those foul repositories are thinking or wanting from me now. Perhaps they are noticing the book a day reading and are feeling abandoned??? Well, it's there own fault.
I noticed that in all Sally Thorne's books the male lead character is ALWAYS six foot four inches tall. In the book I just finished- he's that tall, his straight black hair is down to his waist ( he drags it into a bun) and he is covered- absolutely covered in tattoos. Second First Impressions. Our girl pays for the gas he has just pumped into his motorcycle because he has no money to pay for the gas. (the meet cute) He is given a job as a...I don't know- errand runner? for two old women in a very upscale retirement complex where our girl works. He has to go get take out for them, and so many strange and sometimes hilarious errands for them (because they are bored). Meanwhile, he is our girl's next door neighbor- he has no where to live and next door is empty at the retirement complex. He eats all her food watches her tv (with her) uses her shampoo and rescues turtles. He has nothing. It's like rescuing an abandoned puppy. Usually in these books- the guy rescues the girl. In 99 Percent Mine the two seem to rescue each other......equally needy. Three books- this last one with the tattooed guy is new. So a long wait for the fourth one.
Some motorcycle company needs to make the "meet cute' in front of the gas pumps into a commercial. Wind blowing long black hair, black leathers...blue eyes.. the tattoos. Our girl is dressed in clothing her grandmother might wear. (laughing over here)
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