Right about Mr. Wrong

I'm not a complete moron.

No more dating!! These bastards are trying to kill me.

I'm responsible for giving them the opportunity.
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I don't know when I turned this dangerous corner. But I did it. It's my crime. Let's blame it on "these hard economic times". The leaders of the "free world" blame everything on that. Why not me?

Sadly, I don't see a "bail out" in my future.
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See below? These are radish sprouts from Charmaine's Farm. They are so damn cute in their simplistic beauty.

Below are sunflowers. I got them for the little boy who lives next door. It's his job to water them, yep...I do it. Behind his mothers back, we secretly planted 30 sunflowers all over her front yard. They're the 10ft high variety. (Hee hee) The child is five. We giggle secure in the fact our secret is flat out hilarious. I remember my first sunflower. As I watched it grow...it was like magic. I'm so lucky. I get to see this little boy's eyes light up when he confronts the 10 foot tall sunflower. ( I told him if he watered it, it would grow as tall as he would be when he got older.)

This is my lettuce, basil, eggplant and cilantro. I haven't even shown you my tomatos.

Evil Surfer Dude told me I did not have a green thumb. Don't worry, I'll never see him again.

The only one that MIGHT get a second chance is convertible black Porsche man. The one who helped plant my farm then broke my finger. It wasn't his fault. It was the underlying tumour. The thing I liked most was that the little boy who lives next door ADORED him...crawled over him like a Jungle Gym.

Men are irresistable when children adore them.