Homey Grown

WARNING: Hubby kidnapped my computer so he could “write” a blog. Hubby’s writing is limited to emails, specs, payroll checks, and signing birthday cards, so I was very suspicious. Here’s a censored version of our ever-so-friendly conversation....

Hubby Plants a Garden

  I know trouble is brewing when Hubby walks outside and stares at the backyard. “This summer I will  grow crops and we shall feast,” he states.  FYI: The backyard is 1/2 the size of a tennis court. Crops?  Did he mean a garden? “Yes, yes,” I...
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