Home from work, sitting on the back patio.  MsE is waiving her hand at the flies that drive her crazy.  If she brings food out to eat she's going to be pestered by the flies.  But she didn't want to eat inside.  Cats are wandering around.  Lying in the grass.  Chasing flies on the bricks.  Upstairs back neighbors are making dinner, banging around the pots and pans.  They seem to constantly yell at their kid.  But what do I know.  At least I have a fence now so they can't walk through it and the cats are safe from them. 

Not quiet sure how I'm going to use this space.  Do I use it to vent about the frustrations of life?  Or do I try and be funny.  Feel like I should have two.  One for bitching and one for the happy/funny stories that seems to alway happen to me. 

Hot & muggy.  Think I'll go inside and leave E to her Pottery Barn catalog.