Watch That Grass Grow!
It appears the workers have parked their excavator on the counter and are now sitting on the grass, drinking beer. It also appears the workers are actually aliens. Weird that.
No grass. Only aliens.
But since I’m supposed to keep you interested and focused and since my grass still looks like a tray of dirt, albeit with aliens, my sister Muschu’s grass is making a guest appearance on today’s “Watch That Grass Grow!” Hers is actually looking less like dirt and more like grass.
Watch That Grass Grow, Again!
Muschu is a poor student and can’t afford a fancy tray like me. That’s why, as any good college student, she’s resorted to shot glasses.
I’m going to finish this post with a picture of the flowers I bought for myself to celebrate Hump Day. Pretty, aren’t they? And expensive. Good thing M is usually the one buying me flowers, I couldn’t afford to keep myself with flowers.
I'm particularly fond of the wine in the background.
There. Are you interested and focused now? *