I was at my Mom's tonite getting my taxes done. We were talking about our favorite scents. While I love and would love to bottle the smell of her brisket cooking (see recipie in an earlier post, somewhere, can't remember where exactly) it really isn't attractive. And I said that my second choice would have to be lavendar. Apparantly my mother has wild lavendar growing on the side of her house. Huh... who knew. Very exciting. We are going to try and transplant several of the plants to the side of mine. I can not wait.


And then if the transplantation doesn't "take" I can at least say that I have tried. And then I can end up at place where they sell the plants. I will though have to move a bunch of rocks that are on the side of the patio which will most likely completely piss off my HOA dude, but people are planting flowers all the time, why can't I plant an herb that happens to smell completely wonderful huh?

But, in the meantime I can order boquets and other things from
Essence de Provence and bide some time until my plants come in.

I anticipate the upcoming week being full of hell. Not going to be good. I just want to stay in bed and relax and just maintain my level of calmness that I have had all weekend.

All I can say is that I am watching The Practice and am completely creeped out. When the heck did this show get all creeptastic? Blech.