Last night I dreamed that my flower garden was coming up. It was great, like one of those time lapse films when the flowers pop out and bloom in a few seconds. Crocuses mostly, I’m eager for them to come up because I planted some right in my lawn. But also some plants that came right out of my subconcious, really wierd ones that looked like artichokes. I must be ready for spring. Or I was getting a nocturnal woody.
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that still happens at your age?
*ducks and runs*
Seeing the hanging curve ball, Rache hits it out of the park!
hee hee. you said nocturnal. 😉
Is that an artichoke in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?
Mae West said that, I’m pretty sure.
At 50, you can hope that it was the latter, right? *snort*
i have no patience for gardening
Wow they call that a pubescent dream. Hopefully you didn’t have a big grin on your face while sleeping. Euw
I said hanging curve ball
well, you’re sleeping well… (and thanks for the book suggestion)
If you water it, it will grow. Or, better yet : If you plant it, it will grow.
Best part of having an Indian food take out ? The left overs. I prefer eating this kind of food at home, where I can pig out with no remorse. (And no manners, too.) You have got to eat indian food with your hands. There’s just no other way.