She regarded writers, artists, and musicians as a species of clever performing animals; she was prepared to feel indulgent towards them, but to wonder privately why they wanted to do what they did.



I thought this was a funny quote from the book I was reading tonight.



Moving on...



If I hear "I'm just trying to say" or some variant of it anymore this week, I am going to go postal.



Isn't it funny that packaging sizes have become so outrageous that it's now a novelty to purchase appropriate sized products?



And no joke...the kid from down the street showed up at past 9PM to cut my yard. Yes, he still doing it. In the dark. I hope my plants and trees make it ok.



How does he think he's going to weed eat?