Yes, that's right, yours truly was born on this day a few decades (and then some) ago.

How will I celebrate my natal day, you ask? Oh, probably by doing yardwork or going through more boxes in my basement. And if I'm really feeling saucy, I think I may even go for a walk. Whee!

Life is just that exciting these days. D and I did get some repair work done on my basement walls this weekend, which makes me happy. The spots still need another coat of special paint and then two of the four walls will get an overall coat of regular paint. But those things probably won't happen until this weekend.

In the meantime, I've got lots of yardwork to do that I've been avoiding. And now I'm kicking myself for not squeezing it in sooner because those cicadas? Yuck.

Cincinnati is apparently one of the epicenters of the whole stinking invasion. I can tell you exactly when they started poppin' in my neck of the woods - I think they all hatched last Thursday night. Friday morning, I killed two with my windshield on the way in to work and that evening on my way home, they were swarming all over the road and load enough to be heard over the AC and radio in my car. Gah.

I've got plants to plant and mulch to spread and ivy to trim, but those red eyed ickies are all over, chirping away with their little love song and it creeps me out. I don't wanna go out there, but tonight's probably my best night weather-wise to make it happen. So I shall persevere. Well, maybe.