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Just when I was getting into the swing of the weekend, we get Monday dumped on us. Rather unceremoniously, I might add.

I want a do-over. It’s not that I wasted the weekend, but I want an extra scoop or two. If the weekend was ice cream, it is like I was handed a kiddie cone and then after only a couple of licks the whole thing fell into the dirt before I could even enjoy it.

And it was *good* ice cream too – something with an animal in the name. Moose tracks, or purple cow or aardvaark ears or something like that. Saturday is no Plain Jane scoop of vanilla frozen yoghurt.

I demand a replacement cone with two scoops and sprinkles, dammit.

Oh my gosh, taking a picture of the tomato plant was a stroke of genius, because one of them is turning red! It’s a pale peachy color right now. I’m so excited!

So the question is, do I tell my parents? Because maybe they’d want me to share with them. I’m loking for new flowers to make sure my whole crop for 2006 isn’t just what’s on the plant today. I want tomatos until the first frost!

Far be it for me to point out that iTunes has a They Might Be Giants free section (I think under Podcasts, I don’t have it in front of me) and you can download every single last one, including classics like Karate, Pleather, Things I Like to Do, and Plenty of Room. I know some people hate it but I like “Things I Like to Do”:

Things are what I like to do
Doing things is what I like to do
Things are what I like to do
No twiddling of Thumbs
I get everything done
I’m slightly more productive
Now than previous because
I’m slightly more efficient
Than I previously was
Doing things is what I like to do
Yes!
Doing things is what I like to do
Yes!

Here is the current Big DumpTruck bumper (sic) crop of tomaters. I have no idea when the damned things are going to start showing signs of turning red. It was so hot this week that I had high hopes (if memory serves, tomatoes really love hot weather). I don’t think I’m going to have enough to share, so don’t even ask, okay? I could eat every single one of this in one day and not think twice about it. And then I could go poop in the back yard and start up another crop. Go seeds!

Had to turn on the thingy that makes you type in a word to deter the spammers that have hit this week. Can I just tell you how much I detest them? I wish very very bad things on them. I do. It’s not very Christian of me, but I think spam would even piss off Jesus.

Don’t worry, I didn’t forget the tomato photo. I need to take it first.