Beta tasting

I finally started a project I've been intending to do for a long time. I have sent notices to some friends and asked them to help me test-drive it for a few weeks before the grand opening. It is called the Neighborhood Produce Exchange.

Wish me luck. Fingers crossed.

Floating

Dear Rain,
Please stop. You're making me crazy. More accurately, you're making my family crazy. My husband can't skate and my son can't play outside. They are bouncing off the walls and the floors - the goob has been doing laps on his Hippity Hop to burn off energy.

Our backyard is underwater. The farmers are pissed that you've ruined their crops. I can't do laundry because the dogs have taken over the laundry room instead of laying around and frolicking in the backyard. I can't plant my spring garden. My toes are cold.

I hear you plan to stick around for the rest of the week. We love you, Rain, but you've outstayed your welcome. Skedaddle. Scoot. Be gone. Off with ye.