Mr Guy brought me my iPod to keep me entertained while I was gardening. That Mr Guy.
I learned that gardening and technology aren't always so compatible, and that some days it's all you can do to just keep raccoon poop off your iPod.
But listening to Sol Hoopii while planting cannas is a pretty righteous Sunday endeavor.
On the snack front, Calbee has denied my request for a tour of the factory from which flows my beloved carbohydrates.
Rats
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