I love where we live because you can plant anything,
it grows like mad,
then gets whipped up into fresh pesto pasta for lunch.
I feel cool for one fleeting moment, kind of like I am Rachel Ray.
Then Will calls from the bathroom, "Mommy, I need my poopie wiped from my bum"
2 comments:
What has become of you? Between the chickens (or roosters) and your garden! I am so impressed. I can't keep anything alive. Animals or plants. Come down here and help me!
You ARE RAchel Ray, you just have a little bit of a side job of wiping butts. I bet Rachel would envy you with such cute kids.
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