Okay . . . ? This is what I hear from Sydney as he starts hauling in produce from the garden. When I plunk the scale down (since we keep it stashed away for weighing suitcases, digging it out took some doing), Sydney put a gigantic squash on it. And it weighed 30 pounds. You know, when he promised to care for me and provide for me and such things at our wedding, I think he was primarily talking about feeding me. A lot.
Erin
Alan Schmierer
Woah!