I am busy.
I don't how the hell this happened and I'm sure some of it has to with Aaron's massive three-week business trip but yo, I can barely catch my breathe.
And I'm sure quite a bit of it is the little things, like watering the damn garden. And? I swear our yard has the good juju for tomato plants. Every damn year we get volunteer red tomatoes, this year in the big dirt patch from the greenhouse tear down.
What the hell am I suppose to do with these damn tomatoes? Darwin is allergic and Griffin and I don't eat raw tomatoes.
Uh, yes. I am completely blaming my insane busy-ness on tomato plants. Or, at least, I am blaming my insanity on the damn tomato plants.
Okay, maybe the tomatoes are not completely at fault for being busy. But they're getting blamed for it today.