I'm sitting here doing what I do best- well, one of the things, really-procrastinating.

I should pay out some bills.  But between the income tax return coming in and tomorrow's paycheck from The Chief being deposited with money from the Flexible Spending Plan for the bridge I had done over the last three months, I can't quite bring myself to write the checks or go through the bills.

Why? 

Because the bank account is looking very flush right now, even though it's all spoken for.  But the thought of the balance being high right now is so downright luscious, I can't stand the thought of decimating it with bill paying tonight.

Sure, I'll do them tonight- at least the really critical ones:read overdue. But for now I'm enjoying my blog and the spring peepers in the background.

Perhaps I should buy me one of these and hope for the best.

Not really my style, but what the hey, a girl can dream can't she?In other news, I was going to spontaneously combust and go to the midnight unveiling of the last Star Wars Movie.  Cooler heads prevailed and I'll be going to be at a decent hour.

I weeded some more in my dwindling asparagus bed turning flower bed tonight.  Last year I cleaned out the violets, poppies and lillies of the valley and have been rewarded with a doubling of their numbers.  Witch grass is notorious for strangling asparagus and other more delicate flowers, so I am happy to make some progress allowing these naturalized plants an opportunity to thrive. For some reason this year the violets are so big and lush, healthy looking blooms.

I positively adore violets!

Did any one catch the Academy of Country Music Awards last night?  I was going to watch until that supercilious, over exposed Texan walked on the stage with his lovely, doll-like wife.

No not this supercilious Texan.....

This one.....

At one point, I enjoyed watching his show and listening to his problem solving approaches.  Of course, I was on high doses of pain killers at the time.  Now it seems the media is so oversaturated with this man that it can be positively obnoxious to find his image in print, on television, or his voice on the radio.  I don't know what kind of deal he has with CBS but life has been very, very good to Dr. Phil.

Let's talk about hemmorrhoids for a minute, shall we?  If you're squeamish, you might choose to bypass this next paragraph or so. 

I had a conversation with my father millions of years ago, where I mentioned I couldn't wait to stand up because I was uncomfortable sitting.  The conversation went a bit like this:

He:"Oh? What are you worried about?"

Me: "What makes you think I'm worried about something?"

He: "You have hemorrhoids, don't you?"

Me: "What???!!!??"

He: " You're uncomfortable sitting, you must have hemorrhoids, therefore you must be worried."

Me: "What????!!!"

He: "When I'm worried about something, I get hemorrhoids. Sometimes they're so uncomfortable, I have to dig myself out."

Swear to God, this conversation took place about oh, nineteen years ago or so with my father.  The visual I got of my father disimpacting himself was more information than I needed.  But when I 'm worried and often, consequently sitting on a reminder that I'm worried, that conversation with my father comes flooding back.

Any one else have a conversation like that with one of their parents? Anyone?

  I sure wish he were still here to have those conversations.  Miss you, Daddy.

Blessings abound

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