Alex, go to bed. No really. Don't make an LJ post. Go to bed! GO TO BED.

So, all you people who told me that I totally had to watch due South?

OH MY GOD WHY DIDN'T YOU WARN ME. "THE EGGMAN" IS LIKE THE MOST HORRIFYING THING I'VE EVER WATCHED! THEY DUNKED THE GUY IN RAW EGG OH MY GOD.

RAW EGG! I HAD TO LIE IN A DARK ROOM FOR LIKE AN HOUR! YES I HAVE ISSUES! BUT DUDE! COMPLETELY SUBMERGED! RAW EGG!!

Other than the egg thing, it's like the best show ever, for real, but dude. EGG.

Nothing can make that better. Not even baby!Mark Ruffalo or baby!Amanda Tapping or beautiful Mounties who make better women than me. NOTHING.

(I am incredibly tired and am running on very little sleep so if this makes no sense it is because I am very very tired, and very very very disturbed by the thought of being submerged in raw egg.)

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Today we prepped the Formal Garden for a wedding. Who wants to get married in Alabama in June, is what I want to know. It was boiling hot at 9:30. I feel sorry for the wedding party. BUT. The garden looks absolutely fabulous, so at least they'll have something pretty to look at when they're stroking out and sweating copiously.

Anyway. So the four of us had spent all morning mulching and pulling weeds and sprucing things up, and we were just putting the final touches on so that we could all leave for lunch. I looked up at the sky because a shadow had passed over the sun and there, soaring above us in tight circles, were about fourteen vultures, who were apparently waiting for us to die of heat prostration or something. I felt like I was in an old-school Looney Toons cartoon. It was pretty awesome.