Staring.
Demanding.
Water me. Feed me. Play with me. I’ve invested every waking moment in that grass, and it’s killing me. When the sun moves, I move the grass. When it gets dry, I water it. When it feels lonely I sit with it, read to it. Play with little plastic toys with it.
Too much responsibility!
No water for you today.
Watch That Lousy Grass Grow!
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Don't tell anyone, but I actually felt pity for the grass and watered it, when Ziva wasn't watching. So don't worry, we'll raise it properly and make sure it gets a good start in its life. :-)
ReplyDeleteM - Traitor.
ReplyDeleteThat pie is starting to look funny. I no longer want any.
ReplyDelete;-)
Your grass has gone punk. You're going to have a hell of time reigning it back in when the time arrives for it to grow up and get a job.
ReplyDeleteJesus woman...don't you trim?
ReplyDeleteI wanna pley the game
ReplyDelete"Watch That Grass DIE!!!!"
ReformingGeek - Just wait until I tell you about mämmi - you-ll never want to eat again.
ReplyDeleteMike - Don't I know it. I'm going to have to call around and use every connection I have to get him a job and he'll be ungrateful and resent me. Kids.
Moooooog - Dude. I'm European.
Muschu - Soon, dear. Soon.