When I rescued this stem from the freezing nights (cold no doubt due to glowbull warmthing) there were two buds opening and a little scrawny thing that I thought would never open. Well this is the scrawny bud.
I turned over the checklist and was informed, when I came home from church, that, “Something something short in the system have it towed.”
When I rescued this stem from the freezing nights (cold no doubt due to glowbull warmthing) there were two buds opening and a little scrawny thing that I thought would never open. Well this is the scrawny bud.
I do not yield to prevarication because it keeps me distant from trouble. Admitting the truth of my folly brings the trouble into immediate and stark confrontation.
Trouble does not grow smaller when ignored; it metastasizes and grows more worrisome. It is best dealt with in its larval stages.
This is not bravery; it is cowardice. I would rather face the trouble when it is newly hatched from the egg, not after it has grown into the mature dragon it aspires to become.
And admitting the truth is pure laziness on my part. I do not wish to waste my meager intellectual capacity on remembering to whom I spun which fanciful tale. It is much easier to simply try to determine the truth and stick to it for all to deal with as they will.
Just a lazy coward, witless and craven in the face of challenges, taking the easy way out.
I save my inventiveness for recreational purposes.
Personally, I think toes in shorts is a bad idea.