I’m wide awake, AGAIN. I’m giving this insomnia a few more days before I seek professional help. Whenever I see one of those commercials for Lunesta I find myself wishing that little green moth would jump out of the TV and land on my face. Then again, I don’t see why I just can’t keep taking NyQuil – except for the fact I don’t have any of those coughing, aching, sniffing, etc. symptoms. Picky, picky.

In other news I went to four nurseries today to try and find white petunias. I only needed 2 flats! Who knew it would be so hard. On the third trip to Home Depot, the Chef threatened to cut me off because the back of my car looks like this many, many times a day:

I’m already banned from the rock store. And I’m on my way to being banned from Calloways, but I really NEEEED these pots. Need. Need. Need.

They would look so good around the goat-sacrificing rock. Don’t you think? Yeah, me too. But Chef’s all like “we are already way over our landscaping budget and we haven’t even ordered the grapes.” Seriously, Internet People, I love the man and I’m grateful for everything we have and I’m fully behind the whole growing wine in our own backyard but I don’t think an acre of wine is going to put enough shoes in my closet. You know, the kind I don’t wear anymore because I’m always wearing rubber boots to work in the yard.

Speaking of which, I seriously need to work on getting some snake-proof shoes before we clear the area for the vineyard. I’m quite certain snakes could bite through rubber boots and I’m sure I’ll find many other scary things out there in the future vineyard area of our property. You know, the area that is going to replace the Chef’s former executive bastard salary. In. About. Five. Years. And. In. My. Dreams.

Budget is my favorite word. Really, I can be good at this. I can budget for a few years. Just like I can run a 3:45 marathon.

Okay, I think that is enough sleepless lunatic ranting and typos from me. I’m off to find the NyQuil because I have to take our Cherry Berry to the vet at 8AM and it’s all the way across Dallas. And driving in rush hour traffic with a 3-legged dog that can’t sit still is my most favorite thing in the world to do.