So it's taken me a few days to calm down enough to talk (blog) about this, but the other night my pepper plants were ravaged. Apparently their rapid and unprecedented growth attracted a little too much attention from the shadier residents of my neighborhood (we primarily suspect the groundhog, but various deer are also now on the No Fly List). Since I couldn't just relocate the plants inside our front window (our cats chew plant leaves like tobacco), the only "logical" place to put them is on the roof right? But roofs are slanted, so I had to engineer and manufacture an appropriately angled base for them to live on. This involved an iPhone app to determine the pitch and a lot of sawing and screwing last night. Pause. I believe in fancy architectural terms, I just built a "terrace addition" on to my house. I may actually see returns on the over all real estate value of this construction investment. Since most of the buds that I was so proud of were gobbled up, I also purchased another habanero pepper plan to try and recover from the losses. Naturally this new plant is named War Machine.
Exactly one year ago, I posted about how I'm weird and only wear super obscure jeans from Japan. In honor of these jeans' birthday, I'm posting about how I refuse to machine wash them and only wash them by hand in the bathtub. That water looks disgusting I know, but it's not (just) filth. The loose indigo they were dyed with falls off and oxidizes to turn the water this color. At least that's what the internet told me and I'm going with it.
