I'm Blaming Michael Phelps

It is all Michael Phelps fault that I was not the garden this weekend. I blame the Olympics for being far more interesting than my weed and mosquito infested garden. Every time I thought about going outside, I looked out the window at the pathetic garden area then over to the sofa and the air-conditioned living room. Guess what won out? Oh well, I think both me and the garden needed a rest. I am still around and will try to catch up on all of your blogs, (what else would I do during the commercials?) so if you stumble on my blog, come and say hello!

Go USA!! (. . . and for my Canadian friends, Go Cana . . . yeah, well, don't worry. The Winter Olympics are just around the corner.)