Monday, April 19, 2010

Ickle Weeds

I have always loved the idea of gardening. Then I go to do it, and run into the same problem every single time.. weeds. I mean like, what IS the point of them? Luckily I don't have a garden to worry about, but it is my responsibility to stay on top of the little green buggers around the perimeters of the place where I work. (I live in the same building). It's worse to weed them here, because they're wedged between a literal rock and a hard place. Thus I end up with a handful of leaves and a minefield of soon to re-sprout green monsters.  

AND my hands now smell of cheap gardening gloves... Harrrumph


  1. feck off you! you've been getting away with it, but not for long!

  2. did you visit a holy well for the cure for the smelly hands things?

  3. yeah, she said there was nothing she could do about that.. now if I'd had a wart, that would've been a different matter!