"Sugar is the devil,"

said that angry lady with the spikey hair from that Bravo show Workout as I proceeded to dip little balls of margarine, peanut butter and powdered sugar into melting chocoloate. My kitchen had magically transformed into a candy factory, and I told myself I was now Tori Wonka! - (just to make this tedious process a little more fun). Eight hours later I laid down on the linoleum and whimpered a little, vowing never to eat a candy buckeye again. Seven hours after that, Peachums arrived at my house to find scary black circles under my eyes - yet, there were trays of buckeyes ready to be shuttled away for the kiddies of Trimble.

This, suprisingly, was the start of a wonderful day. After dumping the wretched sugar balls into the Volvo wagon, I trotted up the stairs and slept until noon thirty. Brod and I visited the new Donkey space and drank some iced chai; met JR for lunch and did some shop-browsing; took a nice walk home. Then we got to work on our new flower bed, and man is that soil in need of some serious love... we dug a little trench for the bricks - the fun Athens Block kind - and dug stones out of the old garden patch (and took some from our silly neighbors, who will never notice, because they hate plantlife from what I can tell and will never think to look in their bushes for very pretty stone). We plan to wash them and make them extra pretty on Saturday. After the outdoor work, we went for the mac-daddy dinner at the Blue Gator. I mean, for real, people: we ate strip steak and sea bass, and I had the best soup perhaps of my entire life - wild mushroom, spinach and garlic. drooool... In case you don't understand - we never eat like this. we are poor. so it was very exciting. I felt like I had superpowers and tons of energy after I ate such excellent food.

Okay, enough of that. Time to work. Here's one last thought: what's a girl to do when the international mail service loses a little piece of mail that contains a big piece of monies, huh?