Being rather a fan of instant gratification, most of the time it seems too difficult to do something in November so that its rewards may be reaped in March. Not so with planting daffodils.
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19 comments:
You can't have a rogue stand around DPSing.
*written in urine*
True words of wisdom; but why not write them in something more permanent? (xio)
I wrote them in urine on the compost heap. Tell Shawn. Tell him in a stern voice, please.
He said that if he's told you once he's told you a million times that his name is Shine, not Shone. I think I piqued his interest when I mentioned the compost, though. He loves it when we compost things.
Oh, is THAT what Shone said? What else does Shone say, pray tell?
Please tell Shone that I say, "Hello".
This was written in scientific notation.
*stands around DPSing*
He was ignoring me when I was telling him things, looking at his computer screen and saying, "mmmhmmm", but when I told him the part about the rogue I heard the wind whistle through his hair because his head turned so fast. I think Shone needs a haircut, don't you? I told him you said hello and he said "What is this about the compost?"He is very worried about the rogue.
I guess I'm gonna have to spell it out for you folks.
*using American Sign Language to say "I want Shone to urinate on the compost heap."*
Oh no, this debate again. It's our oldest and bitter-est argument. Shone is so terribly greedy about sharing his nitrogen. What can I do to encourage him?
We need a game plan. *getting out a chalkboard, some index cards, a ruler, some Miracle-Gro plant food, a spiral notebook and some pepper spray*
I'm getting my boots.
Wait, hold the phone, Shone just told me that he'd rather pee on the compost than be pepper-sprayed; he's easier to frighten than I would have guessed.
mischief? It wasn't really pepper spray. It's just a pepper grinder. Do we have to tell Shone? The ruler is for real, though. We could threaten to measure him or rap his knuckles or something.
Also, for the sake of accuracy, that Miracle-Gro is really Miracle Whip.
No don't tell him about the pepper grinder. If he's going to be such a baby he gets what he deserves. Let's measure the length of his hair because it's gotten absurdly big; he looks a bit like Gar. What were you planning to do with the Miracle-Whip? I *hate* mayonnaise... please don't get any on me in your haste to paint Shone with it. Maybe we can use the ruler to spread it on his lustrous hair.
I wish we lived in a treehouse together. We would drop dollops of mayonnaise on Shone's head every time he walked by.
His hair would become so shiny, it would shine brighter than a thousand suns. We would have to wear sunglasses to prevent our retinas from burning.
Is that why the daffodils are so yellow - urine on the compost heap?
Haven't got the nitrogen yet... imagine how splendid they *could* be if someone would stop being so greedy.
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