Remember our friends across the street who put their house on the market? Unfortunately for them it hasn't sold but occasionally they get feedback from the realtor. My favorite was one looker who pronounced: (quote)
It's a screwed up house, on a screwed up street, in a screwed up neighborhood. (End Quote)
Do you think he noticed that I managed to grow the tiniest radish in history?
Do you think he was threatened by my post about the thorns in the prickly pear cactus, now blooming beautifully, but full of weeds?
Or do you think he snuck over to my next door neighbor Nelda's house and saw what happened when she innocently planted her split leaf philodendron in the ground?
(Who knew?!? Did you know? What the heck is it?)
Half of the screwed up street was up early this morning, everyone working away in their crazy gardens, growing miniature vegetables, weapons of thumb destruction and (what?).
That's our neighborhood. Love us or leave us. It's a one way street; our way or the highway.
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