Kiwi vines are the cutest thing ever. The leaves are fuzzy! And the fuzz on their stems? Is pink. Ahaha. And the vine part is round and spirals around things--way classier than grapes, which just toss out tendrils to anchor themselves.
Mind you, these are three feet tall right now, and they're supposed to grow to about thirty feet, so they may soon be terrifying instead of cute. But that's ok too.

Also, oatmeal bread dough turns into an evil gelatinous mass which sticks to all available surfaces. I finally gave up kneading it and spent at least half an hour scraping it off my hands. If it does not come out well I shan't risk my jaws eating it--I shall use it as a trap to catch small woodland creatures.

Our answering machine has gone mad and is deleting all the stored messages, one by one. It's got four boxes, and only two of them have anything in them now. I'm torn between fascination (did it get tired of my dad's habit of storing messages for months? Are there messages it likes, or will they all be gone by morning?) and horror. What will it do next? Should I barricade my door tonight? Will it start calling China? Talking back to people trying to leave messages?