We're christening the BBQ tomorrow for election night. Epic night in the making. Torontonian Gamelivers are all invited - password at the door is KEEP THE PANTS.
Nah, sign is still up - they came back like 10 times to fix it cause it gets blown away by the wind. Roommate had given permission to them (you were there when she came in to ask me if I wanted to talk to the NDP candidate at the door.)
I'm not voting for that Asian hippie but I respect the movement to kick out the current Conservative PM.
There was no sign of grass 7 days after I seeded. Thought I'd failed and that I needed to loosen the soil deeper than I did with the rake. I was about to go buy a cultivator when, lo and behold, this morning:
Twigs and that light-green shit are being blown in from a nearby tree. Weeds are still a major problem.