We Has a Shirt! We Is Official!

Either This Came From My Brother, or, Bitterman Found the Credit Card!

Yeah, I know. I look like a big, fat Lima Bean (Which we are planting, by the way, Christmas Limas). I was going to bring you up to speed on my Mini-Monsanto Corporate Farming Seed Starting Program, which is going gangbusters, but the shirt came in the mail today and plans had to change. My brother Dave and his wife Laureen sent it along with a  coupon for $100 off to join a wine club. After careful  (read: sober) consideration of the offer (I think it was for $100 off $160 dollars worth of wine, which would have put us still $60 bucks behind), we passed on the wine, but did love the shirt. 
​In fact, Mr. Bitterman is currently up a Russian Olive being pissy that he didn't get a shirt of his own. He'll likely steal mine out of the laundry by the end of the week.

Mr. Bitterman Goes Full Crank on a Sunny Saturday Afternoon

​I don't know what to tell him, other than the fact that he should have been nicer to Laureen the last time she and Dave visited, up to and including not eating her hat or pooping in her shoes.

​I Got My Fashion Sense From My Father

​So, my thanks to Dave and Laureen for the shirt. The seedlings are sprouting, more on that next week, I'm waiting for the weather to shift for planting and to get some hours at O'Toole's Garden Center (I suspect I'll dress differently for that, but I AM going to miss the hat), but I really just want to get started. Anyone who knows me remembers that I have the patience of a Mayfly. Though. with any luck, I have a somewhat longer life span.