OMFG it is Friday and I couldn’t be more happy. Well, that is a lie. If it were Friday and I were lounging on the beach with a breakfast Bloody Mary in my hand and a 120-layer croissant in the other, I would be happier. Instead I’m sitting at my desk with a thermal mug full of Squirt (stop it) and a cinnamon raisin bagel from Harris Teeter, but I’ll take it.
I added a couple of plants to my ghetto garden yesterday–a replacement tomato, an experimental eggplant, and a discounted tomatillo. We’ll see how they do. The real story is that with the additional plants, I have to carry 3 Sailor Jerry’s bottles full of water out to the front porch to water everything.
Yeah, you heard right. My watering cans are empty Sailor Jerry’s bottles.
Don’t judge me! It’s Friday, and those vegetables deserve a little nip now and again if they are going to survive on the Bad Mutha Fudruckers Farm. Drink up, tomatillo…mama wants some salsa.