Gardening

One of the best things about this office is that 4 out of the 5 people who are here during the week love to talk about gardening. Germination, seedlings, freezes, natural plants, veggies, herbs, fruits, you name it: we are all big gardening freaks and nothing gets us more excited than discussions about perfect eggplant temperatures and soaking almonds for better nutritional intake. We are nerds, and we are proud of it. Or, at least 4 of us are. The other one thinks he's too cool to be a nerd. He also eats sausage biscuits and calls them his go-go juice.

Mountain Laurels

One of the things I miss the most about San Antonio is the mountain laurels. They're everywhere where I used to live on Broadway, and if one thing got me through springs and into summers it was the delicious smells the mountain laurels gave me every time I stepped outside.

I had almost forgotten about mountain laurels until I walked into HEB this morning and realized that the familiar smell was surrounding me. I seriously almost did a little dance, right there in front of the HEB Pharmacy entrance.

So, friends, just to let you know: if you see me at HEB just standing by the entrance with a glazed-but-happy look on my face, don't worry--I'm just getting high on mountain laurels.

SMV International

SMV went international this week, with a (hideous) poorly written letter by yours truly, en espanol.

Yes, I deliberated for a good half-hour over what my three-sentence letter would say, throwing out words like necesito and grande and rapido and cervesa (it was St Pat's, what did you expect?) until finally I had crafted a terrible but legible letter to an art director in Mexico.

The next morning, I had this response in my inbox:
Thank you, Jeanna. I'm sending an 8"x10" in 300 dpi, per your request.

This is a lesson that everyone in the world speaks English. Sad.

-facepalm-

Dork Finder 3000 MAX

Ben got a Fish Finder in the mail today, so I decided to bust out my long-awaited Dork Finder 3000 MAX. Unfortunately, it somewhat backfired.