No, it blows. Of course, yesterday I muttered continuously while trying to landscape a garden and haul cartloads of composted horse manure in the steady rain. But today it's brilliantly sunny and plus 3 when I write this.
Oh, that was Dad on the phone. More later for you!
I know way too much about why the dog smells like fish sometimes, how long it takes plastic jewels to pass through the bowels of a five-year-old, and the pleasures of revenge eggplant. I should have listened when they said "But what will you do with a PhD in medieval gynecology?"
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No, it blows. Of course, yesterday I muttered continuously while trying to landscape a garden and haul cartloads of composted horse manure in the steady rain. But today it's brilliantly sunny and plus 3 when I write this.
Oh, that was Dad on the phone. More later for you!
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