Barking Dogs, Blue Shirts, and Buds

'Long about 2:00 last night, I heard a hellacious ruckus outside my back door.  I kept hoping it would die down, but it only intensified.  It got so bad, my own dogs got all wound up and started barking.  I finally got out of bed, opened the door, and told the neighbor's dogs to shut up and go home.  Which they promptly did.

I never saw what it is that they had trapped behind my a/c unit, but my guess is that it was my possum friend that likes to hang around my back door.  Needless to say, I was not pleased, and told those dogs so when I got home from work. 

"If you wake me up in the middle of the night again, next time I won't be so lenient with you," I told them. 

As a result, I'm even more tired than usual.  You know, I'm proud of my son.  I'm glad he's got this summer job.  The downside is, I've been so set in my morning routine for so long, it's going to be quite an adjustment having him riding with me. I'm trying to keep a positive attitude, thinking of it as a practice run for in case I ever get married again. 

A guy at work was selling t-shirts to raise money for his daughter's dance school.  He showed me a picture of what it would look like:

I like that scripture, so I bought one.  Thinking that I would give it to Cody, I ordered an XL. I didn't know it would say Annie across the front.    

I don't think Cody will wear that.  Looks like I've got a new shirt.

More new stuff: buds on some of my wildflowers.

I think these are cosmos, but since it was a mixed bag of wildflower seeds, I won't know for sure until they bloom. 

Lots of stuff is happening in my bed, but these are the first buds I see.  Is it a testament to how sad my life is that I get inordinately excited about flowers blooming? 

Or am I just considering the lilies?*

*Matthew 6: 28