Reasons Why I Love Our Home
Our house isn't perfect by any means, but I do love it. Last weekend, I was reminded of a couple of reasons why.
That little guy likes to nap on our deck, and eat the weeds in our yard. We've decided that his name is Buster, and he is the laziest. Whistle pig. EVAR. I swear, he spends half his day just lazing on the deck, because being a woodchuck is SO HARD YOU GUYS.
Later that same day, I saw an actual hummingbird feeding on the bush outside our living room window! I'd always wanted to have hummingbirds in my garden, and I finally have them. I texted my mother to tell her what I saw, and as it happens she had *just* ordered me a hummingbird feeder. Ha!
Now I have to get off my ass, get out of the house, and Get Things Done.
That little guy likes to nap on our deck, and eat the weeds in our yard. We've decided that his name is Buster, and he is the laziest. Whistle pig. EVAR. I swear, he spends half his day just lazing on the deck, because being a woodchuck is SO HARD YOU GUYS.
Later that same day, I saw an actual hummingbird feeding on the bush outside our living room window! I'd always wanted to have hummingbirds in my garden, and I finally have them. I texted my mother to tell her what I saw, and as it happens she had *just* ordered me a hummingbird feeder. Ha!
Now I have to get off my ass, get out of the house, and Get Things Done.