Yeah, I write long entries.

Oh! I just had such a fantastic day that I have to write about it. Maybe you think I'm putting off mopping my floor, but what do you know? Let me tell you about it.

The morning started off badly. I worked so hard yesterday and my shovel is so short, that my back was throbbing by early morning. I tossed this way and that. I put pillows here and there. Nothing was working, but I'm dedicated to getting my sleep, so there I snoozed. Around 10, I grumbled out of bed, used the restroom, opened my bedroom door, and there was my friend Catrin! She's my roommate and I'm glad of that. (I'm glad of that? Does that sound right? Yeah, I'm pretty sure I've heard that before.) Anyway, her being there flipped my day around.

I went to San Marcos to hit some nurseries. First, I went to Gardenville, which is the compost/mulch/rock/sand/soil aspect of Texas Disposal Systems. Boomin' business there, with those 10 trees out front. The future father of my children was working there, and he told me that they would have more selection come Spring.

Confused, I asked, "But isn't the time to plant trees and shrubs now?"

His deep flickered, in true Edwardian style. He lips parted and he told me that if more people knew that, they would have more to sell in Winter. Get that? Edwardian. That's absolutely Twilight/Harlequin styled-writing...terrible. Anyway, I get it. It's poor business to sell plants in the winter. "Interested in a large stick in a pot?" He gave me the name and number to a guy who specializes and sells trees. I'm buying a rare ornamental called a Rusty Blackhaw from him next week. This tree is beautiful year round, ranging from white, to green, to red and purple and it's so valuable that it's often stolen. I will fight you if you try and steal my Rusty Blackhaw *lowers voice*, and I fight dirty.

From there, I headed to Garza's Greenhouse, even though I heard a rumor that it was all disassembled and had possibly gone out of business; but I spaced out during my drive and wound up at Lowe's instead.

There, this guy with bad hair followed me/helped me hardly. Another man working mentioned a deal on sand. 1 TON for $17.99. Even though I have a beef with that whole ".99" scam, $18 is half off! Apparently, they were trying to get rid of them. Lowe's is great at cutting deals. My stepmom got really expensive outdoor Christmas trees and an entire load of goodies for knock-you-over cheap. Back to the sand, I had to think it over at Bueno.

Which brings us to Bueno. As I was walking in, a man behind me said, "Let me get that." Sweet, but I had left my coat in the car, it was cold and letting him open the door required me to wait for him to catch up...at the door. My hand was already outstretched, but I won't let chivalry die.

Of course, then we stood in line together. He tried to make jokes about my young age and told me about their need for hangover food. I told him about the chicken nacho salad that I've been hooked on since I was twelve or so. He heard the word "salad" and went with some fajita nonsense. He has no idea what he is missing.

As I was putting salsa on my salad, he saw the pile of magnificense on my plate and we struck up another conversation about the scarcity of Taco Buenos in this area. His friend said pompously, "Well, I'm from Abilene, where they originated, and they're all over the place there." That is JUST how I would've said it! I shouted, "North 1st, baby!" and we high-fived. Yeah...that really happened.

But the story doesn't end there. Shortly after I sat down, an older man, giving off the presence of a truck driver approached me.

"Excuse me. I overheard you say that there is a Bueno in Austin. Where is it?", he croaked.

I told him poor directions, so after he sat down, I looked it up on my phone and drew him a map. Isn't technology's ability to provide endless information to fingertips worldwide amazing?!

Taco Bueno did it's job and I decided that a deal like that couldn't be passed up, so I headed back to Lowe's. When I got there, I ended up having about six or seven employees helping me. Me and my small army, discovered that there were only two bags left. That sealed the deal. Plus, as my friend Drew mentioned, it is pretty awesome to own two tons of something.

I wasn't planning to create the sandbox for another several months, maybe even a year, but it seems I'll be doing that Monday. I'll answer your more pressing question first. Yes, I'll be sure to put a cover over it when not in use, to keep the cats away. Second, also yes, I'm 23, but there are kids that come here often. I should do this first, while they're young and can enjoy it. I'm going to hide things in there for them to find. Like dinosaur bones! Not only that, we have this old playscape. It's sturdy, but the slide is steep! The onomatopoeia of descending kids goes something like this: WHEEEeeeFwunk* It's best if you make a guttural sound for the Fwunk part.

Then I went to Target and bought NEW things, which is rare, and I got a peppermint mocha at the Starbucks. I saw Cat briefly, followed by us talking on the phone briefly. I talked to my mom twice! I went to work, where I made Vinaigrette dressing (more work than it sounds like) and broccoli salad (fairly easy, but I have to wear lab goggles so I don't cry when I'm cutting onions).

Now I'm home. I cleaned the stove, kitchen surfaces, the inside of the microwave (boy, did it need it), and changed the kitty litter (always needed...nasty creatures...it's really too bad we live so close to the highway). I grabbed the pine kind this time, not Yesterday's News. Well, time to sweep, vacuum, and mop. Old houses, especially the ones with cats residing within, get dirty in a flash. It would be a disastrous thing if I didn't like to clean. What a boring last paragraph. Hrm....

New last paragraph! Writing is so fun. I hope that you enjoyed reading about my day. Bye now!