I finally finished the garden for now. The bulbs are planted.
Yesterday we decided to pick up the walnuts that had fallen from the tree and "process" them.
After dinner, the 2 retardos sat down to watch tv and peel the fruits.
Retardo one started out with the gloves on. After all, she had read that somehow, those mysterious green coats could turn the skin some kind of other color.
But shortly after, the gloves felt too tight. Retardo two wasn't wearing any, and he seemed ok.
The retardos sat, watching the tube, ardently peeling and peeling.
All of a sudden retardo two gets up to fetch some water and notices his hands!
YUCKO! Did you forget to wash after your poo? asks retardo one.
Then she looks at her own hands and lo, it was done.
Retardo two looks up some info on his handy computer and tells retardo one that her hands will stay that way until the skin falls off.
The two retardos now walk unto the earth like amateur shoe shines, hillbilly rednecks, unclean.
This morning Glenn was witness to an unexpected terrorist attack by a frantic frenzied feline.
Luckily, the bomb was planted in a roll of paper towels. The culprit was captured and will be detained for further questioning, and the mess was all cleaned up without further adoo.
Day before Yesterday, retardo one decided she would wash those filthy windows!
It was a windy day. She took out the storm glass and then became distracted. She leaned it against the screen on the window frame and walked away.
About twenty minutes later, there was a sound like a glass bomb going off. The feline terrorist again? There were no terrorists in sight.
It was chalked off as a mystery. There were no injuries sustained. No suspects were detained and the mess was all cleaned up without further adoo.
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