It must be September.
Our lawn is covered in these crazy mushrooms. I know they’re Ink Caps since I did all the research on them last year.
They make a colossal mess . . .
. . . dripping black ink everywhere . . .
. . . so that’s what I’m going to tell hubby when he sees that I haven’t cut the grass (it’s too yucky) . . .
. . . and I just haven’t felt like it . . .
. . . I’m feeling tired today since I woke up at 4:00am which seems to be becoming a pattern. Ugh . . . if I could only sleep till 5:00 . . .
Tonight we’re going to an annual autumn dinner in the city. (Now that seems to have woken me up a bit!) It’s called the “Feastival of Fine Chefs”. All the great restaurants in our fine city get together in one large building and proceed to cook up a storm. Each person gets tickets (randomly) for an appetizer, soup, salad, entree, and dessert – each one from a different restaurant. It’s really quite fun and the food is always outstanding.