In one month and a day, I’ll be 31 years old. For my husband’s sake, I’ve put together a little shopping list. Thank you in advance, dear.
- A cordless electric lawnmower, because I’ve discovered that I like mowing the lawn. But I don’t like starting the lawnmower or buying gas for it. This could be a WIN for both of us. And, you know, for the earth.
- A cordless electric weed whacker. I know I quit really, really early on the weed whacking this afternoon, but that was because it was loud and stinky. I suspect I’d enjoy that lawn task, too, if it weren’t.
- Planters, for the garden the kids and I are planning for next year. I especially like the bluebird crocks and Ikea’s Huson and Kardemumma pots. Or a few of these raised dudes would work beautifully.
- Art.
- A computer.
- A new lens for the camera.
- A break from reality.
- Fuzzable McLoveykins
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A dachshund? What happened to the Mountain Cur?
My friend has two long-haired dachshunds and they ARE super lovable. They don’t really like to play much, though.
I’d like to note that 3/10 of the best U.S. Hotels are in South Carolina. Weird. Turns out Columbia really was the crappiest part of the whole state.
Everything I’ve read about the Mountain Cur suggests that Iris isn’t typical. I can’t remember exactly what I read, but the gist was that it wouldn’t be the right dog for us. I had a dachshund when I was a kid, and it was a terrific dog. We probably won’t go that route, though, because Rockford wants a more “substantial” dog.
Ooh, I just bought a lens very much like that. (except for my Sony camera). It just came in the mail last night. I’m buzzing to try it out this weekend.