Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I've been busy. I hate that excuse for not doing what you say (even though I never actually said that I'd do anything, it was implied) you're going to do, but there it is. I have a new job that takes me all the way out to Slidell AND I lost the free internet I was hijacking at my house so...here we are.I knitted some socks (photo and post to follow soon) during the extended cold snap that we call winter and immediately following the last frost, I planted a summer garden. It's pretty much a bunch of herbs (not that herb), a couple of tomatos and a bell pepper. Not only am I too broke to buy tomatos and bell peppers from the grocery store, I just hate the way hot-house vegetables taste. Furthermore, I refuse to go to Whole Foods or one of those farmer's markets. Those places stink of dirty hippie and self-righteousness.
On an entirely different note, come hear me talk about sex!
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Ah, but some of us love the stink of dirty hippies ...
I suppose the stink of dirty hippies is fine in moderation (if you simply must-y), but combine it with self-righteousness and a soupcon of condescention...Well, mon dieu! Quelle odeur!
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