Wow that was strange. Reign of Fire arrived last night via netflix. It's a horrible movie, but Christian Bale parades around shirtless and that's always been a love of mine. I bought peacock feather earrings on Saturday, and was going to where them today but it rained. Bedraggled peacock earrings are not my idea of fun. While normally this seems like a fairly trivial happening, "oh she can't where her peacock feather earrings", it's just one more reason why I hate rain.
All my roses are dying. They've all got some terrible disease which is beyond my powers to combat. I cut two diseased buds off on Sunday and they were vivid red. I didn't think they'd every bloom, so I just stuck them in some water inside the house. When I got home yesterday I looked up and there were these perfectly brilliant red roses open as wide as they could go. I wonder if that's a metaphor for life.
to whom it may concern . . .my fingers hurt