crunchy little thingies in my hair

alone at home, i begin to learn the vernacular. tv shows that people watch.

today i read in my business daily, the wsj, in the personal section, about a woman whose songs are used in the last part of grey's anatomy.

never having seen it, at least i don't think i have, i noticed it was coming on tonight.

i don't even know which local show is abc. what a goob. but as several of us rotary soldiers (all women) attached labels into 483 books for each student at glenn hills elementary school, around my dining room table (sipping basil lemonade wine coolers thank you very much), i heard it was channel 2. tonight at 9.

so i'm tuned into ugly betty before grey's.

but, as i am want!, i digress.

when the ladies left, before 7, jamie came over and he and diana went to vallarta on washington road, inviting me. so after i loaded the wine glasses and chip and dip mess into the dw, i joined them.

to come home at predusk. so i did some yard work.

i know.

it's not the time.

but when is?

so anyway, after i donned gloves and ripped out creeping cherokee rose vines that were encroaching on the front stoop, and tried to tame the wild vines that tried to block entry into the house, i sawed carolina cherries that were rising above the fray in the hedge in the front of the house.

hence the crunchies, hairwise.

tomorrow i'll be packing.

today, i'm viewing grey's.
au revoir.
et
a bientot aussi.