I'm pretty sure Joe and I took English class together in 9th grade. I'm going to begin posting on the blog myself in an effort to elevate the level of correct grammar and spelling; so don't worry Mr. Halstead--I'm on it.
That being said, I've got some pictures of the miniature grow op we have set up in Joe's garage right now. I'm sure the neighbors will begin questioning the iridescent glow coming from under the door soon. Let me just say that transplanting three hundred something starts is a painfully long process that leads to sore lower backs, dirty fingernails, and hangovers.
Sometimes you have to get drunk to make it through a task. In this case getting drunk leads to changing the names of your heirloom varieties to amuse yourself. That's a purple tomatillo, so we'll have to remember that when it comes time to go to the farm. As for what "The Boss" stands for--I guess we'll just have to wait and see....
1 comment:
my spelling and your memory. it was 10th grade.
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