I got halfway through planting one pot before Sass was streaking around the yard with a hand trowel and a fierce need to either eviscerate himself or permanently go pirate (Arg, ladies! Would you like take a peek under me eye-patch?) and Sprinkles was... she was... What is she...? Wait. Where did she get chocolate? Oh... that's not chocolate....
Mah dear Sprinkles was bent over the plastic potting soil bag, cheerily and vigorously shoving heaping handfuls of Miracle Grow's Best into her mouth. Because, you know, you just can't eat one.... Like it was effing potato chips. She just looked at me and cracked a giant, black and gritty grin... and then belched muddily. Okay ya'll... time to go inside. You win.
I just audibly shuddered. Thanks for that.
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