No Spam

I'm sure you will all be pleased to know that I did not have Spam salad for supper tonight.  Instead, I had a fake egg omelet with cheese, onions, and banana peppers from my garden.   And I'm sure you are all wondering what fake eggs I used.  It's a product called Just Egg.  It's the one thing I've found that tastes the closest to real eggs, but it is pretty expensive so I don't buy it very often.  But I do enjoy having an omelet without the allergic reaction every now and again.  

In garden news, I got brave last night and left my baby tomatoes outside all night long.  I figured they're going to get planted sooner rather than later, so they might as well get used to it.   Or I might as well get used to it, that is.  They seemed fine when I got home from work, so I'm going to leave them out again tonight.  

I waited a bit until the sun started going down, then I moved the two marigolds that were under my lemon balm into the new bed.   They're pretty bedraggled, and I hope they perk up now that they're able to get full sun.  

Those little pellet looking things are slug and snail killer.  It's supposed to be a type that is safe to use around vegetables and stuff. 

I hope I didn't mess up by moving them, but they were not going to survive where they were anyway.  I've got one more that is looking pretty rough, so I may move it, too.   Not today, though.  I've already had my shower.  Maybe tomorrow.  

Abrupt change of subject, I lied to you a while back, when I said I wasn't going to follow Mr. Let's Play Piano Methods videos for level 3 of my Alfred's course.  I'd kind of gotten a bit frustrated there for a while, because it seemed like all he was doing was saying, "I don't like this fingering, so change it to that fingering" without really explaining anything about the song or techniques or whatever.   But I decided to give him one more chance, and so far, the first video for the level 3 book was OK.  I guess he figures that by the time you get to this level, you ought to be able to figure out your own fingering.  

I'll let you know how it goes. 

And finally, what kind of people do I work with?  Demi-god came out of the men's room and he was pretty hot.  It would seem that someone decided to use the floor instead of the toilet, and I'm talking about a pile, not a puddle.  And it would also seem that Demi-god stepped into the aforementioned pile.  Yeah, he wasn't happy about that.

What I want to know is, which one of my coworkers isn't potty trained?  The world may never know.