Sunday, July 25, 2010

Yesterday morning, there was a dead bush in my garden. But my neck didn't hurt.

The roots went surprisingly far down, in seemingly all directions.

  • * I couldn't ask SuperSpouse's new knees.
  • * I couldn't ask Cello-Kid to risk his hands.
  • * I couldn't ask Viola-Kid to risk his pride.
  • * I couldn't ask Sax-Kid - insufficient strength.

Which left me.

There is no longer a dead bush in my garden.


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