The snowball turnip was fine. Really beautiful white, but still just a turnip.
New shoots keep popping out in random places. I have to keep moving the stones. 751 more words
It’s hard to imagine, Dear Reader, that I’m coming up to the one year anniversary of my abdominoplasty, I’ve been through so much before and after, I know that someday I’ll be sitting here remarking how strange it feels to be over all the remaining surgeries, for now I wait. 683 more words