Ah, the Saga of the Flower Pot.
I’m sorry to say that it is finally coming to an end. SuperGuy admitted the pot is going. Finished. Over. Off the team. (probably to live again as drainage in another flower pot…recycling at its finest.)
You remember parts of the saga:
Chapter One
Chapter Two (this chapter we had a poll where we voted on whether SuperGuy should even bother to put a plant in the pot. The winning answer was He should always do what I say and not argue. Gotta agree with the outcome of that poll!)
Chapter Three He retaliated by immediately planted some flowers in it.
Chapter Four The one in which a few more pieces crack off.
Chapter Five Last winter.
Ah, all good things must come to an end. At least we can say this flower pot lived a long and full life. May she rest in…pieces.
by Kay~Kacey on 5/29/2010
I steal.
Yep, that’s the truth. One of our neighbors moved and has their house on the market. It rarely gets mowed, so SuperGuy usually catches their front yard when he’s mowing ours…and he takes care of their roses too, so they won’t die.
So…
I steal their roses sometimes. There you have it. My full confession. I’m a thief.
Okay, then. Go forth and enjoy your long weekend. We will. We’ll be sitting in the shady backyard and doing BBQ and having ice cold beers and just enjoying the summer weather. (if it doesn’t rain.) Oh, and I might need to harvest some more roses, yes?
by Kay~Kacey on 5/28/2010
Yes, those pesky unanswered questions. Here’s one for you. 
Why do they call this bird a purple finch?? Does he look purple to you? No, he looks red, doesn’t he?
Red, I tell you! Did the group of guys that got together to name all the birds not know their colors? Purple finch?? That’s just….wrong…. :anyone:
What is it about guys and colors? Do you think they know the color “coral”? No, they’d call it orange, wouldn’t they? No idea of the subtleties of shades and hues. Okay, I rest my case. This bird is named incorrectly. The end.
