Gross things and Gardening

When I was younger, cleaning the toilet was the one chore I hated most. Disgusting! I used to negotiate with my mother and sister to try and get out of it. Now, however, I'm a homeowner and housewife, so there are fewer people to try to negotiate with. And, frankly, after two years and nine months of changing diapers, somehow the toilets no longer have that power of extreme gross-out. Still disgusting, has to be done, doing it, moving on.

On the other end of the grossness spectrum, however, is what happened when Wonderful Husband and I had lunch at the Mitsuwa food court over the weekend. In the middle of my bowl of udon, I cough/choked and something went the wrong direction. Wonderful Husband didn't understand what I meant when I said it had gone up the wrong tube... until after lunch I blew my nose and a noodle came out into the handkerchief. I'm sorry, I still remember being seven enough that that was funny.

And yesterday my mother and I went plant shopping at Armstrong Garden Centers. She found a tomato plant to suit her needs, while I came away with six-packs of Italian parsley, jalepenos, summer squash, cucumbers, and strawberries. Which I got on sale! And apparently food plants do not have sales tax on them, which I hadn't realized. This morning, with Squiddle happily digging holes into the ground nearby, I planted all that as well as another row of radishes/carrots and some basil seeds.