Wow, you must have some seriously good karma.
Yeah, they’ll do that.
Everyone who’s grown cukes for a few years straight, all over the globe, is quietly laughing at with you.
Wait’ll you have zucchini. By which I mean, every human you know will have been gifted zucchini.
How’d you find out the truth?
At least you knew in advance instead of finding out by stepping in it.
Oh, I did; it was just a matter of hoping to not find out, “aw crap so-and-so called out” or whatever crisis du jour.
But S.M. just kept the Early Outs on till dark, and when we were sure no vampires were forthcoming, she set a grateful pair of us loose.
Man, if you wanna get off a bus, and the driver is not letting you off, pulling a honey badger out of your bag is a good way to re-negotiate the situation.
By the way, what kind of driver doesn’t let you OFF the bus?
What was this, some kind of hostage situation?
If I can drag together enough wherewithal to toss out Monk’s old litter box & set up his new one, I’m sure we’d both be happier.
Plus I need to toss a bunch of household trash - all my little buckets are full, and I’ve started resorting to that balancing act where you carefully teeter an object on top of the pile. (But I wanna toss the litter box first, so it sits flat on the bottom of the bin. Much less messy that way.)
And I can hear the rattling of empty water bottles from the next room, so I suppose a pack of rodents requires my attention.
Whelp, on top of all that, time for my own dinner-figuring-out.
One thing’s for sure, dessert is sorted.
There was cake at work, and I hadn’t finished nibbling my slice when S.M. rather abruptly said, “Okay. Shoe, go home!” (“Yes, MA’AM!!”) so I brought the rest of it back with me.
Chocolate frosting with pretty polka dot frosting in bright colors, and vanilla innards, very yum!