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botiasRemember those t-shirts in very questionable taste that I gave A for his birthday? This is wrong, so wrong. I give you: the Tauntaun Sleeping Bag or 'And I thought they smelled bad on the outside.' OK, that was therapeutic. Sharing really does help.
I've been reading The $64 Tomato: How One Man Nearly Lost His Sanity, Spent a Fortune, and Endured an Existential Crisis in the Quest for the Perfect Garden. It's a reasonably entertaining mix of cautionary tale and garden porn. (He and his wife are both well-paid professionals, and they live the dream, fixing up a grand old house in an idyllic small town, and having a large, professionally installed garden put in filled with spiffy topsoil.) Nevertheless, he battles deer that belly crawl under his electric wire, groundhogs who learn that electric shock is temporary but Brandywine tomatoes are forever, strange grubs that seem right out of a Pern novel, but are apparently something that folks that live in areas which are not mine must contend with. I'm not sure what my point is. Perhaps it's time I went and baked my cookie dough.
I've been reading The $64 Tomato: How One Man Nearly Lost His Sanity, Spent a Fortune, and Endured an Existential Crisis in the Quest for the Perfect Garden. It's a reasonably entertaining mix of cautionary tale and garden porn. (He and his wife are both well-paid professionals, and they live the dream, fixing up a grand old house in an idyllic small town, and having a large, professionally installed garden put in filled with spiffy topsoil.) Nevertheless, he battles deer that belly crawl under his electric wire, groundhogs who learn that electric shock is temporary but Brandywine tomatoes are forever, strange grubs that seem right out of a Pern novel, but are apparently something that folks that live in areas which are not mine must contend with. I'm not sure what my point is. Perhaps it's time I went and baked my cookie dough.
