Okay, okay, I'll admit it right up front. The previous mushy post was inspired by my descent into insanity. Yes, I delivered some of those large, porn queen cucumbers in all of their phallic beauty to my favorite chiropractor.
(see post Digging the Doctor, Dirty Girl: http://dirtygardengirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/digging-doctor-dirty-girl.html)
In my defense, they are fresh, organic and grown locally. He's a very healthy man - a very, very healthy man - so I'm sure fresh, organic, locally grown produce is appreciated...no matter how phallic...
(see post Digging the Doctor, Dirty Girl: http://dirtygardengirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/digging-doctor-dirty-girl.html)
In my defense, they are fresh, organic and grown locally. He's a very healthy man - a very, very healthy man - so I'm sure fresh, organic, locally grown produce is appreciated...no matter how phallic...
1 comment:
even in the garden, Eileen? Really? can't the poor veggies be spared your illicit personifications. Mz Georgia O'Keefe of the Mulch! Your handy-work is to be admired (get it? 'handy' work?) no, really. many kudos to those you do this well. I just offed an orchid in my car. It was involuntary plantslaughter...I forgot to bring it in when I sequestered my brain fot the thesis writing. the thesis lives on, and on, and on. the plant, alas, did wilt and give up her fragile ghost. *sigh*
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