My dinner consisted of two pints of strawberries, half a pound of cherries, a white peach, and a Clif bar. Kevin had a quarter of a watermelon, some deli turkey, and a Power Bar. My Clif Bar looked like desiccated bear poop, and if I’d remembered to take a picture, I could prove this to you, as there was, in fact, desiccated bear poop in the driveway. Kevin’s Power Bar looked like congealed cat vomit.
We went to bed at 7:39 pm. No kidding.
Today I lounged around in celebration of the fact that I only have one week of pure freedom before this thing called “paid employment” starts up for me. That’s right, sports fans, I got a job. But don’t worry, I’ll still find the time to “entertain” you with pictures of flowers’ naughty bits and whatnot.
Speaking of which, the Queen Anne’s Lace seeds start off green, but apparently turn brown.
Like…
…so.
The Lobelia inflata, aka Indian Tobacco, is going to seed, and the seeds are surprising little fatties, considering the tininess of the flowers that produce them.
Other people were more productive.
One down, two to go.
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