If You're Going To Curse, Do It Right

 The sweet little Carolina wrens, whose repertoire of songs includes "You're sweet, you're sweet, you're sweet!" love to fly into the house to find nesting spots. They come in through the cat door which I think is so funny, and although they mostly fly around on the porch, they often find their way into the house, darting around and shopping for real estate. I have found their tiny poops on the bed, the folding table, and in Mr. Moon's bathroom today. I help them out when I see them. I don't mind them being in the house but the cats are way too interested. I have had them build a nest in a cabinet and on a bookshelf. It's so sad when I have to tell them that honestly, they cannot live in the house. 
Wouldn't be prudent. 
My favorite was when a couple built a nest between a mounted tarpon and the porch wall. Their babies actually hatched and it was a circus when they started flying. I'm still stressed out about that.

Slow day for me. I felt fine, I just didn't want to do anything. The shine of feeling well again wore off as quickly as not-feeling well lasted. But of course, it being Friday I stripped the bed and washed the sheets and that made me somewhat pissed off because I bought new sheets at the Costco about a month ago and they are already pilling. 
I hate that. 
Now I know that Costco sheets probably are not the finest you can buy. I am aware of that. I also know that I've bought expensive sheets that pilled so there's that too. Although I liked the price of the Costco sheets (cheap!) the thing I liked most about them was that they weren't made for mattresses that are obviously three feet thick. I've become sick and tired of "luxury" sheets bagging out all over the place and having to tuck them back in every morning to make them tight and smooth again which lasts about five minutes after you get in bed. And these Costco sheets had a good thread count which I know isn't the most important thing but they felt good and they were lovely when I first put them on the bed but now...
Damn.
One of the great things about Costco is that you can take anything back at any time. No receipt? No problem. And for some odd reason, I saved the plastic zip bag these sheets came in so that's even better. I don't want to though, because that means I have to find some other sheets somewhere to replace these and so the saga begins again.
Oh my god, the agony of a first world problem! 
Well, look- my bed is my sanctuary. When I leave it in the morning I silently promise it I will be back soon. It is where I go at the end of the day to read and revel in the quiet and the comfort, generally cuddled up to a cat. And then of course, it is the place that my husband and I share. Where we spend most of our time more closely together than anywhere else. 
And I want every part of it to be as comfortable and cozy as it can be. 

Anyway, I washed the durn sheets and put them back on the bed and I'll take them back soon. I really do hate being whiny. Please, god, don't let me be thought of as a Karen. Please. Or, to be more specific, please god don't let me be a Karen.

I planted my beans today. 

I have great hopes for them because every year that I have planted these beans, which are an heirloom variety called rattlesnake beans, they have done fabulously well. As many of you know, by the time bean season is finally over, I breathe a sigh of relief because those things just do not stop producing. But this year I plan to not only pickle them but also to can them. The thought of rows of canned green beans in my pantry we can eat over the winter just makes my heart so happy. 
So bring it on, rattlesnake beans! 

Mr. Moon already has some tomatoes in the ground. He is all about the garden this year. His potatoes are coming up in their growing bags and he is so proud. He should be! The seeds I started a few weeks ago that Jennifer sent me have finally sprouted. Well, most of them. But they are so tiny and Glen keeps shaking his head and saying things about how they're going to be so late to get into the ground and I'm just like, "Whatever." 
He is right. I should have started them months ago. 
Still, it does make me smile to see their hair-like stems and bug-wing-sized leaves. If I get even a few tomatoes off of them I'll be so happy. 

I picked some of the sugar snap peas today.

I'm making egg rolls tonight and some of those, slivered, will be in the mix. 

Last night's pie was delicious but you want to know what was even better? 

How many of y'all know what that is? 
If you guessed baked left-over pastry with butter and cinnamon and sugar, you are right. As I told Rebecca yesterday I don't even know why we go to the trouble to make pies. Let's just use the crust for what it was obviously intended to be used for.
That was some damn good pastry. 

And a little more about Billy. He texted me today to ask if I'd liked what his T-shirt said in the beard picture. I said I couldn't read it so he told me what it said which was Matriarchal Dad. And then I enlarged the picture and of course I saw it and I just love that. 
But I'm not sure even that compares with something he posted on FB today which made me laugh louder and longer than anything I've seen in a long time. 

Why do I find this so funny? I guess it's my mature and intellectual sense of humor. 

Happy Friday, my dears. First sip of martini taken, time to make the egg rolls. 

Love...Ms. Moon