I guess if I want a big deal to be made of my son’s first birthday, I should make a big deal myself instead of doing yard work all weekend, eh? Still, I wish my parents had remembered. Maybe they did, and then I engaged them in yard talk before they could say anything. I’ll [...]
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1) My gardening zen master Kaile is coming back to Florida! I don’t have to buy her a plane ticket after all.
2) I was very, very wrong about yard work. I fucking love yard work. I can’t even express to you how much I love being out there covered in fertilizer (ok, covered in shit. I said [...]
I’m not sure what got into me, but my husband gently (OK, loudly and with hands resting upon hips) pointed out to me the other night that in fact he HAS tended plants, many plants, and in fact he’s the sole reason that any landscaping has survived on our property since we moved in.
We [...]
