Monday ugh

[altivo]

Well at least it's nearly done. Work was, well, work. Except for one thing. I had a stack of kids' books to catalog among other things, and in them there were two of Ursula Vernon's Dragonbreath stories. I ended up reading all of the Curse of the Were-Wiener at lunch. It's hilarious, full of subtle jokes (many of which will probably go right over the target audience's collective heads, but OK.) Who knew that getting bitten by a Transylvanian were-wiener could turn you into a (gasp) minion? Or that the only cure would be to find and "take out" the alpha-wiener?

Said solution requiring both an end run around the "lunchroom ladies" in their hairnets, and also plumbing the coldest depths of the cafeteria's cold storage lockers. So much better than Captain Underpants or even Walter the Farting Dog. Keep up the good work, Ursula. Of course the illustrations are a stitch too. Even if you don't have an Igor on hand to take that stitch for you.

Remember the hibiscus I showed you last week? Well, we had a heavy downpour on Saturday for just a short time, but I'm told the rain knocked all the flowers off. You'd never know it. Today it had six blossoms open and more on the way.

Now I'm gonna go outside and see if I can catch a glimpse of the Sturgeon moon as it rises.

Comments

[avon_deer]

These plants are survivors.

[altivo]

Apparently so. I tried to get in early enough this morning to catch Marian and ask her if she had fertilized it or anything, but she was done and out of here when I arrived. She plays golf, so when a nice day arrives, she comes in extra early to be done and gone to the links.