—- Don’t forget. Only ONE (uno, un, eins, ein) more day to GO HERE and do what I ask! Win a prize! Help others! Make Andy and I send big money checks!!! The drawing will be held on Friday, October 31st. —-

The new toy was repaired Monday morning (welding is an awesome skill) - and made its way to the Hotfessional “farm-to-be” around lunchtime.

Six hundred square feet here, and another spot further back - the same size.

I think this one will be for potatoes. And, um, other stuff?

Today, this is what the first spot looks like.

See the place in the upper right where there’s a row for tomatoes? I’m so excited…I haven’t had non-container grown tomatoes in years. They’re good - I mean, anything home grown generally is, but I haven’t had much luck with the BIG tomatoes in containers.

And this is the second spot.

Anyone want to come play in the dirt?

—- And for those of you who are participating in Save The Boobies, Part 2…check it out. You’ve pushed me up to $53. With Andy’s match - we’re looking at $106 to the Breast Cancer Research Foundation. Leave me a comment on that post to enter. Link to that post for a second entry. Nothing else is required. —-

I’ve had this green-checked pet bed in my office for months. When I decided to lay a towel on it, Pippin the Boycat decided to make it his own.

There was a brown-checked version in the living room that none of the creatures would use. I decided to bring it up Of course, as soon as I did, Pippin determined that IT was really his favorite. And he wasn’t moving.

Daphne the Girlcat would surely love the other. See, she’s checking it out while she pretends to wash her face.

Alas. It was apparently not up to her standards. I believe the exact thoughts going through her mind were, “WTF Mom? I am the princess. I deserve only the best. Your resume and the mail as my pillow and your MP3 player’s earbuds under my butt.”

Except it must have gotten a bit warm. Or she didn’t appreciate the phone ringing in her ear. Or maybe my threatening her with no more cat treats EVER if she didn’t move her ass. At any rate she finally decided to give it a shot.

Of course, she still looks like she’s giving me the “WTF Mom” look.

—- And they’ve obviously just had an argument and are sleeping as far apart as they possibly can from each other. (Hmmmm, why does that sound a bit familiar?) Yet another reason I need a DSLR and wide-angle lens. —-

I wondered what she was looking at:

then later I saw:

after it climbed up the window.

—- So glad there’s thick glass and screen between her and Daddy Longlegs.  She’s a first-class hunter of all things small. —-

I’ve saved the pictures from our trip to Frankenmuth for Wordless Wednesday. We had a wonderfully relaxing time, although it was touch-and-go there on the first day. Mr. Hot is so not a traveler. He gets cranky.

Then, of course, there was the couple in the room next to us who felt that they had to shout to each other across the wide expanse of the hotel room. Did y’all know that the walls at the Fairfield Inn are really, REALLY thin? Luckily, though, Mr. VonLoudMouthski found his black socks AND his new sneakers, so Mrs. VonLoudMouthski didn’t have to go all the way back out to the car to see if they fell out of the suitcase. Snort.

We’ve crossed this covered bridge in the winter, when it’s iced over. Not something I’d recommend doing on a regular basis. That nice seagull flew by for Bossy though.

The waterfall was kinda lame - but it hadn’t rained for nearly two weeks.

Beautiful Belgian draft horses pull these carts around town - wearing poop-catching bags under their tails.

Mr. Hot tried to convince me that buying the brewery was a good idea. I convinced him that we’d drink all of the product. Which was pretty much what happened the next day when we found someplace that actually served Frankenmuth on tap.

It was sooooo hot. I think the temps topped 95 (and yes, I know, those of you in the southwest are laughing at me, but this.is.Michigan.)

I’m not telling you what happened after I took this picture while laying on my back…on the riverbank…the deserted riverbank near the woods. Draw your own conclusions.

How could I possibly resist a sign that said “Willi’s Sausage”? Hey, they have a website and they ship!

The Goods. Snirk.

The Visitor’s Center has wonderful flowers and fountains, but this is the only picture I ended up with…sigh.

And then there was this. It was “Jam Night” at the Bavarian Inn. This is where I drank more beer than I ever had at one sitting in my entire life. We listened to the woman in yellow (that walks by in the video) - she plays a mean accordian and she has a beautiful voice.

She kept flirting with Mr. Hot - telling him that she was going to make him come up on stage and sing. (He was, in my opinion, the best looking guy in the crowd - okay, the youngest, too.)

After she finished her set (and I finished my 25th beer), she called “George” up to the stage. Please enjoy George’s rendition of …um…something. (And I’m apologizing in advance for the shakiness of the video.)

—- When George got up on the stage, before he and his crew started, um, playing… he croaked out, “Let’s Party!”. See what fun you get when you travel with the Hotfessionals? —-