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Baking Until I Drop

But when I look in the mirror once in a while and something looks off…I worry…until I figure it out. Some people think I’m a bit of a hypochondriac. Sometimes I wonder if I am…then don’t take some medicine and lo and behold I’m reassured.

If my face looks pastier than usual, browner than usual, puffier than usual…one day it will look bonier than usual ;-)
I mean I must be a worry-wart or something.

I just washed my hands and looked up and it looked rather browner than my pasty hardly sees the sun tone underneath the brown …now I know some of my friends can’t tell…they think it’s always the same colour…they wouldn’t even know when I’m tanned and when I’m not…but I know and so does my family.

Well my evil parents dragged me out in the backyard today.
They gardening.
And I wonder why my skin is darker.
*sigh*
I’m not a fan of gardening and flowers (what’s the point?) and sweat and dirt and overexerting myself and heat…I’m not sure what I’m a fan of.

But anywayz I told mom if the plants don’t grow…don’t blame me and whatever colour my thumb is because she dragged me out. And if you drag me out…don’t let me contemplate all those plants that we don’t eat. What’s the point? Wasted space when we could be growing food. Okay…I accept orchids. They’re pretty. I like them. And I will let the anthuriums (if I could spell it) pass but I much prefer if the latter never make it to a vase on the table. Flowers and vases on the table get so huge they obstruct the view. They bother me.

And how can someone who is so crazy about her garden and her flowers put plastic and other fake flowers around the house? I mean seriously, isn’t that contradictory? I think I hate fake flowers more than I hate green plants.

Hmm…but I guess I’m not into real green or fake green so if I exist then so can mom.

*sigh*

But really, I hope the food plants grow nicely.
The sweet potatoes I promised to show you ages ago tasted GREAT.

I still haven’t uploaded the pictures anywhere oh oh.