This awful looking weed was growing near our garage. It looked mean. Little Shop of Horrors mean. It kept growing. It was almost like a game - how high can the weed grow? Even the company that's going to do our landscaping thought it was a weed. Said, "Pull it before it pollinates the rest of the yard." So I pulled the sucker. But it had roots, and began to grow back. So we let it grow again, to waist height. And then looky what we got here. Our weed wasn't a weed after all. A hibiscus. Hmph.
...In the form of CABINETS! (Sorry Gabby, your graffiti is spending the night at the Baltimore dump...I hear it's lovely there though).
Here's a little bitty piece of our granite on top of the cabinets.
Talk about a nerve-wracking experience picking that out. The woman told us that she's seen grown women cry over which granite slab to pick. I didn't go that far, but I could see it happening. The warehouse was like 8 million degrees (approximately) and Ken walked in and picked this slab within 10 seconds. I had to mull it over, but came back to it in the end. Love at first sight. The Kurz Family and their granite - a match made in heaven.
And here's someone that wanted to say, "hi" too!
And now, I hope that we will all pause and take a moment to thank Erin. For finally updating her blog. Now Tracy, go on, follow Erin's example. I bet Meredith's a foot taller now than she was when you took that picture.
Lazy day at home today...Trip to Target...Outside watering my tomatoes...And I smell smoke. Hm? Beautiful day, I thought, someone's having a BBQ. Then I hear the sirens.
So this is our neighbors house...a lady we've never met. She wasn't home (still isn't home), but the damage looks pretty bad - water, smoke, ugly. Snapped me back to reality - fire alarms connected to the alarm system? Check. Fire insurance up to date? Check.