Sunday Salon finds me frustrated. My lap top has had issues, so I'm forced to wait till one of the guys is not using their computers to do "anything" . My husband has some weird program on that keeps asking me if I'm him. Way too much security, wait till he sees I've "fixed that". It's been an unusual week, other than I'm still waiting for workmen to get to me and do things they have been paid for. I told my husband that it was his job to wait, but then again I can't exactly have him staying home from work to wait. So it's me... that means I'll be missing my watercolour workshop tomorrow. DANG! The inside job is very SLOW! and there are no inside fairies at work. A dear friend is not doing well, and I suspect she'll give up. SAD, all around story. Why do some people just have it so hard?
The rest of the week I imagine will be a bit of this and a bit of that. It is suppose to cool down, so I'm hoping to use "pesticides" on my lillies, imagine a bug eating my beautiful lillies, one day they were there and then they weren't.