The Drought is Over

Well, the weather here in DC has gone from Sahara to Pacific Northwest in a span of three days. Most immediate impact? Computer fan is not running 18 hours a day, trying in vain to keep the CPU under 280 degrees Celsius. As an added bonus, mother nature has bailed my ass out by watering the plants in front of the house. I had neglected them during the heatwave, with nearly disastrous results. If there was a botanist version of Child Services, or even an ASPCA type org, the butterfly bush would most likely have been confiscated and planted in front of a foster home. Talk about egg on face.

(Daddy is not angry with you, just really, really lazy. Although, where are the butterflies you promised? Don't make me put a tarp over you so you don't get any rainwater. See what you made me say? Why do you always make me the bad guy?)

But, it's not all Mommy Dearest out there-- why just LOOK at these flowers that line the walk up to the porch:

(Pretty!)

Speaking of droughts being over, the NL beat the AL in the all-star game last night. Yay. I am just relieved that no Red Sox were injured during the opening ceremony, or in the case of Big Papi and Lester, during the actual game itself. It's gotten to the point that I'm frightened to tell people I'm a Sox fan, for fear that my ACL will tear in twain at the mere mention of my allegiance.

There's a voodoo doll to blame for all this. I have hired a 1940's era, sepia toned private investigator photograph to...well, investigate. Then again, maybe he's just a Humphrey Bogart impersonator-- either way, pretty good job by me to get this cat to take the case. High trousers, trenchcoats, and Stetsons put informants at ease, it's a scientific fact.

(Admit it, you want to tell this guy your innermost secrets while drinking rye, and maybe introduce him to a femme fatale.)

I'll be sure to let you all know when there is a break in the case.

The weekend is around the corner. Can you feel it? MAKE SOME NOISE!