Oops

Oh, dear. While I wasn't looking, my treacherous hands seem to have logged onto my favorite travel site and booked a trip to Amsterdam next month. Whatever shall I do. Of course, I am only willing to make this sacrifice because Chris wants some more aged Gouda with cloves and we've never seen it for sale outside the Netherlands. Supply run for the Green Goddess, don't you know.

I've sent inquiries to several known smoke-friendly hotels, but may seek further help if they don't pan out. And thanks to all the equally self-sacrificing folks who offered to accompany me, but I'm very much in the mood for a solo getaway.

It's that damn song "Vienna," you know (the Billy Joel one, not the Ultravox one, though I love it too). Had I never heard that song, I don't think I'd be compelled to go to Amsterdam nearly as often as I do. Billy should pay my travel expenses, dammit.

In addition to the pictures I posted earlier, I also planted yellow squash this morning. It will probably drop its blossoms and get stem rot because it's so late in the season, but the seedlings were on sale at Lowe's and I thought what the hell.