Every summer I take some clippings from the mint that grows under the fence, and start my own little plant. It doesn’t usually last the winter, but fortunately the fence-mint always comes back.

Anyway, Dave made a pretty tasty mint julep, but then Brandon made an even better one. It wasn’t really a fair competition, since Brandon’s a bartender.

I’d write more tonight, but I’m under the gun on the deadline for pencils for my piece for Womanthology, so I’m going to get back to that. It’s killing me, too, because I finally bought the game Catherine and I am seriously dying to play it. Business before pleasure, I guess. Heavy sigh.