Peas! I have peas! REAL PEAS THAT I GREW!There may or may not have been quite a bit of squealing in the garden last night, followed by a mad dash downstairs for the camera.
And then I ate it.
Right off the vine.
And God said it was good. And it was SO.
I GREW PEAS!
Stop with the shouting, you say?
Fine. Did y'all know that I am going to Texas next week? I'm going to an international conference for drunks like me. On a bus. For like EVER. And then when I get there, I'm going to hop in the hotel pool and perhaps not ever leave my room.
Well. I have body guards. Shields, I call them. People I can lurk beside and behind until I warm up to things. And they will make me go out and face the populace. Because that's what I'm there for. VIVA THE REPUBLIC!
Oh wait, that's from Rome. I'm hooked on the DVD series. There's lots and lots of nudity. And sex. And blood. I like the blood.