What wondrous and then wacky story, 30 Roses. Literally LingOL. Would prefer to smell your landscape today than mine. I took the garbage out front and noticed three stink bugs on the vining crops. I swept them off by hand and stepped on them. The briefest touch has impregnated my hands with their gruesome scent (it's kind of sweet and green). Have washed my hands four times now, so I think I'll be able to eat our lunch of muffuletta without wearing latex gloves.
Pomander, we could be so wonderfully bad for each other.
Haunani, I am going to derive much vicarious pleasure from the dawn of your retirement, so go ahead and flaunt the experience.
Owing to my "dream house," I'm in Jicky.