Parsley and stolen Thyme. Come back next year you two.
No, no, I meant frost on the budding flowers. Yes, we are buds, but I…okay, yes. 424 more words
No, Jack is not creatively bankrupt! How dare you, here I am artistically listing the days that have passed since my surgery and…okay, yes, I couldn’t think of anything clever to say, but it is strange to imagine that it’s only been sixteen weeks. 550 more words