

A few days ago Jon and I spent about an hour at a local nursery picking out plants to put in pots around the outside of our house. My thinking was that a project that required this kind of attention would certainly send my body into labor. I mean, come on. Plants! That need watering! And care! But we finished up last night before one of those crazy Tennessee-like thunderstorms about knocked over our house, and here I am still pregnant. Do you have a garage that needs organizing? How about a closet that needs to be cleaned out? BECAUSE I NEED SOMEWHERE TO PUT ALL THIS ENERGY.