Eleven is my favorite number. And it's decidedly not hot. When you look at the number 11, it looks calm and in control. Not hot.
It's 11:45, and once again, I'm getting it again right under the wire. I'm exhausted, so this will be short. On the first day of my vacation, I had great plans to stain my deck, which I did, but it took twice as long as I thought (and I'm not finished yet), plus, I worked some more on my flower bed that I'm digging fresh. Do you have any idea how heavy sod is? I had great plans to go to Sam's to watch the meteor showers, but when I came in from the yard at 8:45, I was just too exhausted. Sorry, Sam. This old girl just can't keep up.
Good night, all!