Maybe my favorite online plant is better than my second favorite plant—still needs some rearranging, I’m not quite there yet. I’m going to need to edit that one a little more. (anyone else who may read that sentence is like ‘the heck is he talking about?’)
“M-my chick bad, b-b-better then yurs.”
What’s up plants?! Eh, happy Saturday, what’s going on in Atlanta this weekend? Have I told you lately how cool of a follower you are—bar setter. Of course you listened to the whole track, Plants, I just told you you’re a bar setter.
I hope you get an opportunity to do some medieval adventure things, too, preferably sooner. There’s an exciting platform under our feet, I’m just now learning how to pay attention to it.
You didn’t get the invite?! Danget! Yeah, that’s her though, she could’ve gone to dinner, asked me to make something... some people want massages and candy, not Pura, the slightest reason to blow up the kitchen and it’s on! Her birthday is no limit which means I have to just tail her at all of those markets and can’t do like I’d do any other day and try to rush her. 👍🏿 She’ll be “it’s my birthday, this is what we’re doing, you just push the cart.” Hence I just push the cart and smile.
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That's my girl! I ran a 10k race this morning in the ever-present Atlanta heat and humidity, so my dude rocked out a trip to the farmers market for me while I was sweating my @$$ off on the other side of town. Which means I'm now meal planning like a champ to figure out what's coming up on our table for the week. Tomorrow, however, we are heading up for apple picking! Wahoo! Nothing makes this gal happy like picking her own fruit. 🍎
Hope the Puradays household is engaged in something equally pleasing this weekend, as well!