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so I had a good time hanging out with the kitties, got a lot of busywork done, and have two more interviews for next week. I'm also hoping to visit friends this weekend ::fingers crossed:: so ANSWER MY MESSAGES please :D
Things are going otherwise well/slow... heavy outdoor chores have left me with zero weight loss but a killer farmer's tan (watch out, eligible bachelors). Speaking of eligible bachelors, apparently the untapped market of rural men entirely consists of, brace yourselves, young laborers and grandsons of the infamous "Ladies" aka "sexy sassies". Watch out, this eligible chica is coming to a trade show or county fair near you.
And your grandma promised me a date. So be prepared to buy the cotton candy.

Gardening is going... well... slowly. Still no tomatoes, no squash.. only dill really. And a pepper or two. I don't know what happened this year but it's definitely something I hope not to repeat.

In the realm of strange dreams, I had one the other night where I was living in this big spanish looking house/compound with an extended family, and there was a war between our side and another group, who had brighter colored uniforms. (in retrospect, hadn't they seen that movie about the alamo, where the Spaniards wore those tall hats with concentric circles on them as they climbed ladders to storm the compound? Didn't they ever do target practice? Or were they just super cocky...)
Anyway, bad films aside, at one point the enemy was mounting a huge raid at which we were all surely going to die, at which point I realized "Hell no! I don't have to go out there and get killed for no reason, why the heck was i fighting in the first place?!" and then I resolved to run in the opposite direction as soon as possible.
Quite sensible of dream-me, I thought.