Pretty far from Wisteria Lane

This is my Wisteria vine. I pruned it. Too much, do you think? The only thing I can move freely is my fingertips from all the gardening I did, so Lucky You, dear readers reader. That took me most of the weekend, but we did do other things as well. We had bacon. Jack had his buddy Dylan up from Seattle, and they were Very Big Boys and went to the Mussel Festival by themselves with their Big Boy cell phones. Then, they came home, walked down to the beach, and caught some baby eels in a jar. Dylan cut his finger, and he wrote "I'm going to get you" on a rock with the blood. They played some video games, too, so all the important bases were covered: independence, blood, video games.