My mom commented on my weeds, even though I weeded (poorly) the other day. The problem was that I didn't know what was weeds and what was pretty flowers. :P
So we went to Fred Meyer and got gardening gloves and a weeder (which works much better than a screwdriver, lemme tell ya!). We weeded for awhile.
My mom trimmed the bushes on the side of the house, so you can walk around that way now. And what did we find? A big pile of semi-old puke, right by the air conditioner. Okay.... who puked at the party? :P
In other news, Boca Burgers rock. I will enumerate the reasons, with weightings:
70%: individually wrapped, and already in patties... don't need to deal with defrosting and squeezing bloody meat together which will fall apart later because I suck.
29%: 1.5 grams of fat each, an absolute shitload less than real meat
1%: don't kill animals... I guess that's good.
Okay, back to work. avva and I are making awesome progress on some stuff.
Hours until DSL: 5. (Yeah right)