Thursday, May 13, 2004
More Tales from Grandma
Remember the little tomato plants I got back in March? They were dwarfed by my now-eaten marigolds at the time. Well, possibly due to our most recent heat wave, they've been growing like mad. And look what I saw when I was watering them today:
That's right, tomatoes! On a tomato plant! It makes a grandma proud. With such an early start, maybe this means I'll best my record of five tomatoes from last summer. Mmmm, just thinking of all those fat juicy bastards ripening and being made into a most delicious pasta sauce or what do you call it, with the basil and the olive oil -- damn, son! It makes grandma wanna slap a sucka with a coochie coo!
Grandma realizes that grandma's overreacting to some tomatoes that have yet to ripen, for grandma knows that they may yet be ravaged by plague, pestilence or goat, but grandma doesn't care. Grandma has nothing else to live for, what with all her kids having moved away and grandpa shitting himself on the regulah. Ah, but grandma talks too much. Sometimes grandma does that. Go play outside with your friends.
That's right, tomatoes! On a tomato plant! It makes a grandma proud. With such an early start, maybe this means I'll best my record of five tomatoes from last summer. Mmmm, just thinking of all those fat juicy bastards ripening and being made into a most delicious pasta sauce or what do you call it, with the basil and the olive oil -- damn, son! It makes grandma wanna slap a sucka with a coochie coo!
Grandma realizes that grandma's overreacting to some tomatoes that have yet to ripen, for grandma knows that they may yet be ravaged by plague, pestilence or goat, but grandma doesn't care. Grandma has nothing else to live for, what with all her kids having moved away and grandpa shitting himself on the regulah. Ah, but grandma talks too much. Sometimes grandma does that. Go play outside with your friends.
