The Sickmiller Express

Today I am wearing flip-flops to work. What? Do I work at the beach or something? Sigh. I couldn't find my Crocs this morning. I feel so naked having my toes exposed. Also, sometime last week I painted my toenails. After the first foot I decided I didn't like the color so I stopped. "I 'never' wear open-toed shoes," I said to myself. Oops.

I have a ton to write about but never feel like doing it. We've had two sets of visitors and I haven't posted any pics of the house. We're getting a bucket of topsoil today and will be working on the garden this weekend. We got our plants on Weds. It still freezes at night. We just lost Mr. Tomato. Some things just aren't cool up here. The growing season is one of those things. We're going to blame the death of Mr. Tomato on Silverton so we don't feel as bad for leaving him outside all night.