Swimming in a Sea of Quickbooks that are Not so Quick.

It's kind of a sad day in my world, when I pull down my history to visit Blogger, and it's so far down I can't find it, forcing me to type (god forbid) the URL into my terribly over-worked navigational bar. Oh, Navigational Bar, I've wronged you. I know you care nothing for landscaping, but apparently, for the time being, it is my life. The summer has been crazy. There was a visit with Grandma, then the beach trip, then more visiting with Grandma (all of which was awesome), then another beach trip, then job quitting, then people to talk with, checks to write, things to buy, papers to sign, stuff to do, and a business to start.
Our dining room looks like a big monster dump truck drove through the front of the house and dumped the entire City of Raleigh's supply of papers and books right there on our table, while "neatly" placing extra golf clubs, winter coats, and some pictures on the floor skirting the table. And that's basically what happened. Except of course the dump truck didn't exactly drive through the front of the house. But there was a truck, and it might have been of the dumping variety if need be, and it left a bunch of cadywompus nonsense (and other more important things) for us to find a place for.

Which we do not have.

And by the way, did you know my husband went to college to learn to draw and color? Yeah, it's true. He's very good at it, too. You should see the Amazingly Huge Pile of Drawings all over my dining room. Maybe we will wallpaper the house. Every single room. It's a landscaper's dream.

And by the way again, if you are not from the south, you may not be familiar with the term "cadywompus" but it is in fact a term, and Blogger does not know it, so the suggestion was "cutworms" which I think is very funny, because they could in fact be living among that mess and we would have NO IDEA!! (Want to come to my house?) (Actually, I wouldn't want you to see it.) (Unless you are coming over to help clean.)

(Pause for adorable smile.)
Then, there's the whole getting a business started part. In case you aren't familiar, that actually is short for Spending Every Waking Moment Of Your Life Doing Something Business Related (comma) Even Waking Moments When You Should Otherwise Be Sleeping.

(Pause for interpretive dance pose.)

We're getting there. We've been so lucky to get so much work coming our way right from the beginning, but it's left us frazzled. There will be work tomorrow, but Sunday we will rest...and CLEAN UP THIS HOUSE, or so help my tired soul. Normal will come soon. Until then, Blogger, oh loyal Navigational Bar, and Dining Room Table, please forgive us, for we are providing answers to some very pressing landscaping emergencies.