metal tables

I'll get motivated in the morning and take one. It's beyond hideousness. I inherited it when a former egghead abandoned his wife, sold me his large, mini, and the table for $500 bucks and headed for the coast to meet up with his old college lover. This would be an interesting story for a 35 year old man, but this one happened to be mid-60s. Hope he's happy! Ahem. The table wasn't pink then, it was blue. Robin's egg. So my great-niece's s-t-b-husband, waiting to ship out to Iraq, did some handyman work around here. One of his parting gestures was to paint the table and the stepping stones in the tomato patch pink to match the sewing house. Problem is sewing house isn't pink. Trying to find the bright spot in this, I realized it DID match the flamingos I received some years ago at Floridafest which are stationed in my palm tree. But as the palm tree with its resident flamingos are encroaching, I need to move some stuff around. Today we transplated the tomato plants that are in the proposed new egg region. This is no small feat because the boyfriend of my niece (different) planted 58 tomato plants off my back patio. Original instructions were 8 tomato plants and fill in with flowers, but he misunderstood (Golden Girl or Better Boy, anyone?). Fortunately, blight and a tomato hornworm (from Dune given its size) have done in some of them, daschunds some others, but still. There are 100 small patio stones in the back of the Honda Element which is sitting lower to the ground than usual, but I need a plan of what these eggs go back into once they are repositioned.

And that is where all this started. I think I'll maybe have a little merlot or poison or something.

mShark