FringeMan said he’s writing Whiney-Puss, an epic of a post-modern woman who just couldn’t seem to get it together one morning.
Caffeine didn’t even work this morning.
I’m going to plant a raised herb garden next year.
Monumental, huh? You’d be surprised.
I’m just not a farmer, or a botanist, or a horticulturists. Planting a garden is a big deal for me. It requires love, nurture, and happy soft-spoken words, not to mention a hundred gallons of miracle grow.