Pretty, Pretty Please?

Can it not rain tonight so I can be outside gardening? Pretty please? I'm nice! Tonight is my only night for gardening goodness. Tomorrow night I'm going to check out a discussion on accessibility at the U of M. I am fascinated with accessibility and want to make sure I know enough to design with it in mind. Friday night is preparing for the rummage sale and Saturday is one full day of rummage sale goodness! If you know where I live and are in town, stop by. If you don't know where I live, I don't know you and I'm not telling. Because it sort of creeps me out. The benefit of telling the INTERNET everything is that not everyone knows where you live and therefore will not judge you (because if I can't hear it, it doesn't exist).

And because I don't talk about my dog enough, I will also offer this tidbit: Lily fell while trying to jump on the ottoman this morning. By itself that fact is neither interesting nor abnormal, but add to it the fact my coffee cup was sitting on the ottoman and the moment she saw it she changed directions and fell right off. Which means I have trained my dog to never spill my coffee. If she never learns anything else, at least she has that. She must understand the importance of coffee and her not spilling it to her continued existence. What a good dog. I decided to reward her with clipping of all her fur, pulling of hair from her ears and removal of smelly dog self. I'm certain that tomorrow she will crap on my floor to express her appreciation.