Taste of summer 2

Vegetables grown in my backyard:
Last summer we had a few pots with veggies on the porch. This year we expanded to a small raised bed garden in addition to some pots. Until yesterday I had been "harvesting" things one at a time; a single green pepper, a single but beautiful Japanese eggplant, etc. Then yesterday when I went to pick the sweet banana peppers I found two cucumbers* and a zucchini which I swear was finger-sized two days ago.

We definitely have a lot to learn but it is a start and it makes me so happy that we have our own vegetables.

*The cucumbers look less sickly in person; I have simply not figured out the new camera.

The taste of summer

18 pounds of raspberries.

Picked by the five of us. Lots of fun and absolutely delicious. I think Nonami had the right idea when he stationed himself next to the bushes, the main container, and kept his own basket on his lap.

Only the ice cream and pie made from the berries could outdo the picking. Next, we are in search of the elusive blueberry.

That's how to get a popsicle

More proof that Not-So-Baby H will be my undoing:

NSBH: Can I have a popsicle?

Me: No. You already had one.

NSBH: That was at lunch.

Me: No, not right now.

NSBH: Do I look like a twit?

Me: No. You look like a beautiful, adorable girl.

NSBH, not skipping a beat: Well beautiful, adorable girls get popsicles.

During my fit of snorting and laughing she walked to the freezer and got a popsicle. I probably should have stuck to my guns and stopped her but her reasoning was simply too much for me.

THAT concert

Stone Temple Pilots were great. Scott Weiland sounded so good. They played my favorite song, "The Big Empty", third so I didn't have to wonder for long if it would be performed. I had so much fun.

I shall remain mum for the moment about Mr. MFBA's handling of this for the moment. It would be nothing but name calling if I tried to get it out now. I'll just leave it at it wasn't pretty pre-concert, after concert, and this morning. Additionally, I am an asshole slut.*

*Beyond shitty thing to say but I do give him credit for being creative.

STP and annoying ass husband

Tonight I am going to see Stone Temple Pilots with a friend, a male friend, one who has a penis. When he asked me last week if I wanted to go my initial response was yes, yes, and yes. It would be a journey through high school, Teen L's early years, and a song for my divorce. Of course, I saie I would have to ask Mr. MFBA. The phone conversation went like this:

Me: Can I go see STP next week?

Him: I thought you said we don't have the money for extra things.

Me: We don't but I have the money.

Me: Well?

Him: Do you need an answer right now?

Me: It would be nice since I want to give Eric an answer at group.

Him: Fuck off. (click)

The conversation at dinner:

Him: I'm mad that you didn't ask if I wanted to go.

Me: Sorry, I honestly didn't think of it when Eric asked. Would you like to go? That would be fine.

Him: No, I don't want to go.

Me: Then stop complaining. This is the same thing you did last year when I went to the concert with (gay) Phil. You're really mad because you don't want me to leave and have fun.* You'll be mad if I go and I'll be mad if you don't let me go.

Him: FINE, do whatever you want.

Me: Ok, I'm going.

Conversation this morning:

Him: You better not drink tonight.

Me: Huh? You know I will but it's not like I'm going to get shitfaced.

Him: You have no respect for me. Fuck you!

I admit that I should have invited him to come along. I did invite him to the concert last year before tickets were purchased and he still acted like a jerk. Seriously, am I the one being disrespectful here? Maybe I just can't see what is wrong with this picture. Then again, maybe he is being a bit over the top.

Part of me gets his anger and part of me wants to respond with a big fuck you. It's situations like this that make me wonder if I am being selfish and if so is it due to my illness or my personality.

*An ongoing issue between us.

Happy 4th of July!

Nothing says "Happy Independence Day" like the flag flapping from your ass cheeks early in the morning.
Hope everyone has a fun and safe weekend!

I highly recommend enlarging for the full effect.

Was it a Baby Ruth?

"The pool will be closing due to a fecal incident"

When we were at the pool the other night, Mr. MFBA and I overheard two young boys saying there was something in the pool and that it smelled bad. In rushed the lifeguards with a net, a biohazard bag, and bottles of chemicals.

We knew the pool would have to close so we began to pack up our stuff. It was no big deal and even the kids did not complain since there were only 30 minutes until the pool closed. As we were doing this a mother and young girl were standing near the edge of the pool near the scene of the "incident". We assumed that the mother thought it must be her child.

Fast forward to home... Not-So-Baby H comes walking down the hall and throws her suit down the chute (not normal). Then she turns and I see wet poop smooshed on her butt. My child, it was my child, who shut created the fecal incident and shut down the pool.

We gave her a lecture on getting out of the pool and going to the bathroom but inside we were giggling because it is just so _______. (word I can't find right now)