Peeenk. Yuck. (well, PINK, now she's lovely... but Peeenk!?)
I used to believe that my life was a cesspool... no wait, that's not right... I never believed that. I meant a garden, yeah... that's what I meant... a garden, well fertilized with cow manure. You know the kind that really smells to high heaven and you have to be really careful where you step? There were lots of pretty flowers, right. Many of them would spring into bold, vivid colours, luscious flowers, with butterflies lingering about. And lots of starlings around to eat the pretty butterflies.
Blooms as large as cabbages, were chewed off their stems by cute little rabbits, long before they could gently open before my eyes. Those little petals would never have a chance to expose themselves to the sun, blossom into a gorgeous bloom. Instead they would be gourmet squirrel food, enhancing the life of those varmint squirrels and their families for generations to come (who would all live in my back yard).
If I'm reaping what I've sewn, then I don't want to know what I've planted in that yard... 
ewww... must be right over the septic system... (and I don't even HAVE a septic system.
Here it is the dead of winter... and ... well, it's the dead of winter. It's cold, damn cold. Snow is on the ground, the holiday is over, and we can't look forward to another holiday break for months... our credit cards are maxed-out... I've lost a glove... sheesh!
Time to begin another week... I have several listings waiting for the next spring season... (beginning of February) to unfurl their lofty prices... there are photos to be taken, descriptions to be written... pounds to be shed...
Peeenk? who has time for Peenk!
Some folks are just too damn cheerful hopeful this early in the morning year.
(by the way... I adore Jennifer, and her writing is fabulous... this is by no means meant to denigrate her or her writing in any way.. just having some fun. Happy pink year, Jennifer... and your little dog too!)
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