Mistress Andee quite contrary

i GARDENED today, bitches. Pots were emptied and scrubbed, dirt was played in, rocks were rinsed, tomatoes were moved into their summer pots, and herbs were placed into cutoff soda bottles and hung out in the sun. I'm dirty and my nails are a horror and I'm pretty sure I had some mosquitos snacking on me and I startled/pissed off a toad attempting to nap in the nest of leaves that had accumulated between the pots over the winter, but I got things that I've been meaning to do for weeks done today.

I think I got too much sunshine though. I'm all sweaty and tired and cranky now, and I was supposed to go to burlesque tonight but after farmers market and garden and low grade freaking out about Monday I'm not feeling it. Especially as what I am feeling is somewhat broke. :P

I've also indeed fallen back into the Puzzle Pirates trap. Currently playing on Meridian ocean. BrattyGoose. Come find me.

I'll also toss this food for thought out there - an article that dovetails rather nicely into my own reasons for despising all that tomorrow stands for. I especially loved this quote:

I hate the way the holiday makes all non-mothers, and the daughters of dead mothers, and the mothers of dead or severely damaged children, feel the deepest kind of grief and failure.

Yeah yeah, I'm harping on it a little. I might be a touch bitter. Come on, all y'all got your holiday-hating ya-yas out on Valentines Day and Christmas and Talk Like a Pirate Day, I get one to rock out with my Grinch out, damn it. Anyway, tomorrow my only plans are to go see Pirates: Band of Misfits and get manicures with Kidzilla and lo, it will be awesome, yarrrr. And then freak out about my interview. A lot.