Flowers and Football.

This is going to be another pic-heavy post, as I'm proud of mah little green babies (them plant things).

I woke up yesterday, went to go water my plants, and gasped when I saw what was waiting for me.

FLOWER!

It's so cute and pretty and it makes me smile every time I go look at it. It's actually on one of the plant varieties that sprouted later than everything else, so it must have a pretty short budding time. I went to check on it that afternoon, and then I found this.

There's two of them!

Cue onslaught of zoomed in pictures to show the teeny tiny flower details. 

See the incredible violet color on the stamens? If there was a bumblebee
grabbing some pollen, his legs would be purple. He'd have purple leggings.

And then there's the teeny pointy petal things that make it look fierce.

If each of these buds, I'ma have a bona fide bouquet of the
tiniest flowers you ever did see.

So far, there's just the two of them, but that's enough for me. I kept them alive long enough to have flowers! It's been almost 90 days, so I suppose this would be prime flowering season from a systematic standpoint. Or at least, that's when a couple of websites say that plants flower. Leo's also got some buds forming, but I'm not entirely sure they'll turn into flowers. I haven't been keeping an eye on him, but these look fairly different from what's on him now. 

Zoomed out view of the stem. 

The buds have fuzzy prickles on them. Which, as far as Leo is
concerned, is something new and exciting. 

There's about six of these, so if they really are flowers,
I'm about to be an octomom. 

I can't wait to see what each and every one of those wildflowers turns out to be. If they sprout at about the same time, I might have enough for a vase. A small bouquet that I can put next to the tv and spruce it up. Super excited.

As some of you may know, H. is a huge football fan. He watched a college game last night on his computer, and he wasn't even a fan of either team. It was just interesting, so he watched it. Well. Well, well, well. A couple of weeks ago, H. was invited into a fantasy football league at his work, and he said that he'd probably be watching quite a bit of random football games in the coming season. I said whatevs, what else is new, and told him to have fun storming the castle. 

The day before yesterday, H. called and asked if I would consider making a fantasy football team. He said that his league needed one more person to make it even, and apparently things work better when people are in pairs, so I said yes. I was nervous, but H. said not to worry - I wouldn't be the only girl in the league that couldn't name five players in the NFL. Which I took offense to, so I named five quarterbacks and then some other offense people. H. laughed at me, and went back to work. 

Today was the draft. Without going into too much detail, it was an auction draft - someone would nominate a player and people would bid on him. We each had $200 imaginary dollars to spend on 15 real players. It was actually a lot of fun watching who people picked. One lady kept on picking people, winning the bid, then her husband would say, "Doesn't he have a neck injury?" Clearly, husbands had no interest in helping their wives. I did pretty well, and if you have any interest at all in my team, you can see them here. So it appears you can't link to your team. Here's a screenshot instead, click to enlarge.

Shwell, it's about time for some pizza. We haven't had that in a while, and all this football talk makes me crave pizza. For the past two nights I made burgers for us lovebirds, and they turned out nicely.

96% lean beef, turkey bacon with 5% fat, cheese, and barbecue sauce.
Also,  toasted sesame seed buns. Really makes a difference. 

And that ends tonight's post. Enjoy your football, and enjoy your Labor Day weekend.