>> just too tired to type it.
I had to go into a weeding frenzy last weekend so i didn't thrown out of my park. Or, worse, they would have paid someone to "just come in and mow everything down". Excpet they would have made ME pay to have my babies amputated.
The worst argument my SO and I ever had was when she killed my favorite weed. He was such a character, and I admired him and chatted with him every day on my way to work and coming home. He (well, 'she') was JUST coming into bloom when Becky "helped" me by plucking him. Tall, tough, sturdy, proud and graceful (the weed that is, maybe Becky too) - I was really fond of that weed! (And Becky, too.)
I said I forgave her, but unfortunately she can read my mind, so we "had words" for quite a while and never really reached a meeting of the minds. Every other argument has ben easily resolved (I give in) or fairly easily resoved (I give in eventually).
I'm kidding (somewhat, probably). But the Weed story is true.
