Ginger Nubbin
Oh ginger nubbin, I’m going to plunge you into some dirt so fast, you won’t know what hit you.
Can you tell I’m avoiding real work? My mother used to have the same problem with me as a kid. She’d shake her head and ask, “What’s wrong with you?” And I say, “I wish I knew Ma, I wish I knew.” Except I never called her Ma. And I probably just grunted in response before shuffling off to my room to read comic books.
Summer said,
August 20, 2007 at 11:30 pm
Woo hoo! The ginger I thought died two seasons ago popped up last week and made an appearance in the porch garden. Must be perfect ginger plantin’ time.