When looking to purchase "greenhouse seeds," you'll soon discover the influence of legalized pot--the first ten hits are sources for cannabis seeds. I'm not growing any kind of weed in my greenhouse. Have to dig a little deeper to find good seed sources.
I thought my right knee (the one that hurts) looked lumpy and wonky lately, but Mr. D informed me that it's always looked weird. Huh.
Mr. B is selling cookie dough and cheesecakes for his football fundraiser. Before I could step in with my buy out, he hit the streets and sold enough product that I'm forced to buy the balance to meet his minimum requirement. While explaining how I'd rather just give all my money to his team and not split it with the fundraising company, I realized Mr. B was gung ho about selling because he thought he would get half the profit, his team the other half. Needless to say, he was disappointed.
A scrap of ribbon tied around a rubber bracelet makes a great cat toy. Rose is now big enough to jump up on a chair...and then onto the kitchen table. A spray bottle of water makes a great deterrent to ambitious felines.
I knew there were a few patches of stinging nettle in my garden, so I've been religious about wearing gloves while weeding and picking. The nasty rash on my ankles and shins reveals there's more hiding in my pumpkin/tomato garden. Ouch!
There's a great giveaway and message over here! I showed the video to my husband and sons who are fond of using the phrase "like a girl." After years of me preaching about it, this finally sunk in (a little) (I hope).
Remember, I have an autographed copy of Time's Mirrored Illusion by Nina Romano to give away to one lucky winner. Each comment is a chance to win!
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