Watered all the indoor pants and all the ones on the porch.
Refilled the hummingbird feeders.
Watched a lot of TV.
Booked a lot of face.
Dinner was duck on rice. Pot brownies (two of them) for dessert.
Those kicked in so hard at 8:30 I had to pause The Bachelor and go to bed. I was asleep pretty quickly. Too zonked to even read.
Just before I paused it, the idiot bachelor sent home the "missing persons" girl, and gave the rose to the girl who badmouthed her to him in her slimy southern accent. This bachelor is not finding a wife, none of the finalists are a good match. He chose the two petite blonds I would have chosen, but he is way too tall and old for them. I get the impression he knows none of his final choices will work out in the long run. But I think he'll enjoy getting laid.
Plans for Sunday: