Day 4 begins with flutterbys and nothing in the pot or on the pad.
WTH? For week upon week it's like the great flood and now...nothing...nada...zip...zilch...zero.
I'm nervous, but not afraid.
They've already given me the answer.
Today is a matter of stage and degree...along with the ever so popular joy of the feet in the air thingy. Geez...I guess I'm gonna hafta get used to that. UGH.
What I need to know next is what they're going to do to evict the evil squattor taking up residence down south.
Soooo....the Handyman and I will together do the do, spend time by the river and have dinner with friends.
What happens next is what happens next.
To Life.
WTH? For week upon week it's like the great flood and now...nothing...nada...zip...zilch...zero.
I'm nervous, but not afraid.
They've already given me the answer.
Today is a matter of stage and degree...along with the ever so popular joy of the feet in the air thingy. Geez...I guess I'm gonna hafta get used to that. UGH.
What I need to know next is what they're going to do to evict the evil squattor taking up residence down south.
Soooo....the Handyman and I will together do the do, spend time by the river and have dinner with friends.
What happens next is what happens next.
To Life.
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