It's Thursday, and if you pay any attention you know that Thursday is Guy Food Night, wherein the guy(s) plan (the best part) and prepare dinner. Tonight, My Dearest O prepared dinner by swinging by Harmony Bar and Grill (always a good choice) on the way home.
I made up for a week or almost totally vegetarian meals from the garden by selecting a cheeseburger with all the trimmings, along with a side of hot chips. The hot chips are just what they sound like: Thinly sliced potatoes, deep fried to a golden, crunchy perfection on the outside, slightly creamy soft and potatoey on the inside. They're Heaven dipped in the blue cheese sauce. OMG.
Of course, to wash it all down I had to order a pint of Sprecher's Special Amber. (Don't judge me; I've had a rough week at work. It's a wonder I don't drink more.) If you know me and my thirst for any kind of beverage, you know that I finished my beer before I was done with my burger, so of course I had to order a MadTown Nut Brown to finish it off. (Don't judge me; I'm supporting the local economy.)
Arriving home happy and satiated, I headed out to the garden with an eye on ridding the tomatoes of their blighted leaves and spraying with Serenade (an organic fungicide). What I did instead was break one of the tomato stakes in half and then desperately try to tape it together while being bombarded by mosquitoes. I also managed to knock several not-quite-ripe tomatoes of different varieties to the ground, again while being bombarded by mosquitoes.
Moral: Don't drink and garden, kids.
If you're nice--or if you beg--I might post a photo of me wearing my mosquito-proof headnet.