In Which I Get Scammed And Scarred

Last night's salad. It was as good as it was pretty.

Today was a little more troublesome than yesterday and not quite as pleasant. 
Y'all- I got scammed! That has never happened to me before but it happened today. And honestly, I don't feel that stupid for falling for it because the scam was that good. 
I was on FB, scrolling, which I do far too frequently and came across a very legit looking ad for a Duluth Trading Company sale and so I hit the "shop now" button. I get all my overalls from Duluth and I love their products. They can be very pricey but when they go on sale, the prices go way down. Trust me- I have bought many items on sale from them. 
So, I'm now scrolling through the sale items and everything is organized just like always. I suspected nothing! I mean, I tried to "purchase" a few items that they actually told me they were out of in my size. 
That's some clever shit! 
Anyway, the truth dawned on me with the help of a customer service lady at Duluth whom I'd called because my card wasn't accepted. "You need to call your bank!" she said. Good advice, eh?
So I called the dang fraud department and the charge had not gone through and that was the only activity on it today but to be sure, a block was put on it and I'll be getting my new card in seven to ten business days. 
Pain in the butt. But definitely a first-world problem.

So that all took a lot of time and I didn't get outside until later than I'd wanted to. But...oh well. I'm not punching any time clocks. I went back to the same part of the yard I was working in yesterday. This is what it looks like.

That's an almost-ground level view. What you're looking at are the stems of dead ferns (the snow got 'em), sprouting white mouth dayflower, which is the one I talked about yesterday with the thick and yet fragile runner root, and dewberries. I'm also digging up greater periwinkle which is a horrible vine and nothing like the sweet periwinkles I grew up with in Roseland and yes, it is invasive as is the dayflower and the dewberry and there's another vine in there that I don't know the name of but it's hell to pull too. 
I swear. Last night I googled, "Is Round Up legal in Florida?" because I'm at my wit's end with these dang plants that want to grow where I don't want them to grow. I doubt I'd use it, mostly because of the danger of harming the trees but also, a lot of my neighbors have wells as their main water source and Lord knows we don't want to mess with that. But this is ridiculous and please, let us not go through the various methods of ridding beds of unwanted plants like vinegar or salt or dish soap or covering with one thing or another. 
These things do not work in Florida. They just don't. 

And on top of all this, Maurice got very pissed off at me because I quit stroking her from head to rump which she likes me to do when we're outside (never inside), turned around and got me good.

It's not as bad as it looks. My skin is thin as tissue paper and I'll bleed if you just look at me with anger in your eyes. I've washed it and it now looks a lot less frightening but good Lord. What kind of cat does this? 

That kind. 
I swear. She is a hell bitch. I bopped her on the nose and yelled at her and in ten minutes, she was back asking to be stroked again. 
I did not even acknowledge her presence. She didn't care. 

But I got some things done and my entire bank account was not wiped out and I played a little piano and I picked greens and a carrot and some green onions for a curried tofu stir fry tonight. 

And I picked these too. 

I got nothing to complain about. 

I'm hungry! 

Love...Ms. Moon