I was hopping on my bike this morning, ready to ride back home from the kids' school, and I was stopped by one of the moms in the garden. They were pulling out a couple of huge basil plants so they could put in some new things, and asked if I wanted one. I, of course, jumped at the chance. I grabbed it and rode home past the multi-million dollar homes (so unlike my own, and one of these days, we'll vent about those homes) near the school. I passed the $500 per night hotels on the edge of Old Scottsdale. I moseyed back into my quiet little neighborhood and brought it home. On my way home, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in a window and figured out why people had been staring at me all the way home.