You’d think I have a rose garden around here, keeping me supplied with new blooms to photograph, when in reality, I have a good friend who likes to put the vase on my bookshelf to good use with flowers of the sore-bought variety.
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“Sore-bought?”
Freudian typo?
One of my co-workers just caught me inhaaaaaaaaaaaling the monitor. Ahem.
Thanks to your artistic gift (and Al Gore’s Innernet), we have a rose garden, too.
Thank you for sharing, ma’am. We are grateful.
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TB, I’m leaving that typo because it sure looks Freudian to me.
Gradefille, thanks! If I wasn’t sure I’d kill them all every year, without fail, I’d have a rose garden. Er, once I had a yard, that is.
Gradefille=Grandefille
Good grief. My fingers are mush.
Honeychile, you need to start updating your blog daily. Gots to get my Theology & Geometry fixxxx. I need to know your daily whereabouts or else I self destruct and turn to cheap hookers and witchcraft.
But I thought the cheap hookers and witchcraft were why you come here!
[Mike perks up]
Cheap hookers?
Gradefille=Grandefille
Good grief. My fingers are mush.
I just figured it was allergies, shug.
Hee.
Kisses!