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It appears I'm turning into the worst kind of boy. All I want to do is play video games and scratch my ass. And I'm being oblivious to boy's comments about the inappropriateness of my inflatable Darth Maul.

Okay... wash face, put in contacts, put on clothing, and go out to flyer. Um... I'll be late.

gardening goth

My husband has issues with my gardening wardrobe.

Hey, tulle is quite effective at keeping mosquitoes away from my head. Unfortunately, my legs were not well guarded.


If anyone wants some white radishes, this is the last week. I'm letting a few go to seed, but most are coming out so I can plant okra. They don't last long after picked and I can't eat a lot because they trigger my reflux. I'll have some young daikon (and older daikon) for a couple weeks yet.