I will be honest. I've got three tales unfinished... and with my life schedules now, I am bogged down with work, and with an eye on the third quarter of the year, I wonder whether I shall need to resume my daily excursions on legs or, by golly, be seated on the porch watching my neighbor prune the weeds to find the flowers. (Yes, my dears. Gardens need to be pruned weekly, or behold, the new Amazon spread will appear.)
Or, I may bloody well add my goggles before Mrs. You-do-want-to-name-her, sprayed me with the fertilizers she stored in the night pot and spat at me for ogling (supposedly) at her. "Mrs. You-do-want-to-name, you need to watch your diet. You've got too much potassium in you. Your flower beds told me too."
My wife will comment that I admired my neighbor too much. I will reply that I am doing Newton's Law studies; the pull of gravity can affect the droop...pardon me, the drop. Whoever needs the internet to view this ought to spend time at the garden watching others ... droop over ... it's live view.
"She ought to wear a brassiere." I looked at my wife and smiled; "That is not a cinematic view."
"You used to watch 8mm at the dark corner. Is that not...?"
"Mine was scrutiny then," I said. "Call it a medical advancement study on Grey's Anatomy."
"Knew that I should not paid for your cataract surgery." My wife replied.
"Well, you did, for I can see better of you," I said. "I even saw myself in the mirror."
"Was it the beast or the belly you saw there?" She asked.
"No, I leaned over to see if I still do exist? TGIF ....."
"You meant THANKFULLY GOODNESS IT's FUC....." My wife sneered. "Try DIY. And use tissues. I am not wiping the floor after you."
By then, I had forgotten my desire to argue and focus on the laws of gravity. Mine rose to the occasion...okay, it was half-mast.
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