Damn Ivy (and more books)

6. Slightly Married by Mary Balogh and The Spy by Celeste Bradley (both library) both re-read.
These are in one category because I simply skimmed them and dashed over parts I didn't feel the need to cover. I promise my next book will be something new.

Kevin and I busted ass in the yard today. Specifically, the fifth portal of hell (no, not Conneticut) that is the side of our house. An over-run mess of blackberry branches, Oregon grape, ivy, and an apple tree. I have the urge to move or set in on fire every time I look at it. So in 85 degree weather, we waged war. Victory is ours this battle. We approached it from the top, rather that from the sidewalk, and we brought down more than 3/4 of it. Two trips to the dump we took. Then it was 1pm, too darn hot to continue. But it's not looking too shabby. Kevin fantasizes about money magically appearing so we can tear it apart and put up a rock wall with pretty ground cover.

I'll add it to the list.

Tonight is Tolie's last night with us. Tolie is a gorgeous husky boy with Paul Newman blue eyes. His owners, Bruce and Marie-Claire, have been out of the country on a theater trip. Other than being completely untrustworthy off the leash (as I discovered personal-like), he's a great dog. Freya, after she got over her dopey self, has spent the week playing the puppy tart with Tolie. Danica ignores him because he can't throw the ball. Tomorrow I'll be able to share my mysterious story that got our mothers all riled up (Hi Mom). Thank God for sympathetic strangers. All three dogs are hanging out with me in the computer room. Tolie is under the desk, Danica and Freya have sprawled out over the rest of the floor. Good puppies. Tired owner.