Spammed

The spammers were busy last night. Usually, I'll go through them to see if somebody posted anonymously, but had good intentions. Not so this morning. There were so many, they were all deleted.

One Of Those Songs That Sticks In Your Head

'Nuff said.

Every Summer is Different

Rain prevented yard work two weekends ago. It happens and I anticipate it every summer; however, I didn't expect the spider invasion.

My agreement with the orb spiders is I will leave them alone; as long as they don't build a web I can walk through, think I might walk through, is too close to where I might walk through, or hidden in a place I could venture without looking. They didn't follow the rules, so it was a spider massacre.

I sprayed at least thirty. How they managed to get out of hand in such a short period of time is beyond me. I know there will be more this weekend. Those higher in the trees will venture down lower and it will be on again.

I'm ready. I have a full sprayer and plenty of insecticide.

Somebody 'Splain This

I looked at my stats, where visitors were from and found my own blog was the source of most of the visits over the night. What the heck?

Frustration

So, I'm trying to format a short story. The guidelines for submitting are specific and the magazine pretty well tells you it goes in the round file if not in the correct format.

Meanwhile, Word is being Word. Want to change something? It can do that, but not like you want. Word is the final arbitrator, so my frustration level is high.

Bleh!