Nice harvest.
I couldn't help myself. It wasn't there, but I immediately saw it in my mind's eye and had to make it happen. At least it isn't as bad, though, as the time I was in a snit over Zoomer's fancy shoes, pinned a rose on her nose, and slapped her onto my blog.
I gotta quit getting up at 3:30 in the morning. Cut back on the sublingual B's or something.
A merry heart doeth good like a medicine. ~Proverbs 17:22a
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I saw the first photo, and then I scrolled further, excited to get to the bottom and click "post comment," wherein I was going to make some clever quip about her needing to draw faces on all of the squasheses because it looked so much like a squash family photo. But, then I saw the second photo -- still more evidence that a genetic form of eccentricity courses through our veins in higher volumes than plasma -- and quickly learned that no such comment was needed.
Aww, Loo.
I'm sorry?
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What cute little squashes! And I have always wanted to ask...who is Zoomer? You speak of Zoomer often, is she sister, friend, relative? Where did she get her nickname? If that isn't too nosy, of course.
Zoomer & I met online about 9 years ago. She's a sister in the Lord. I'd tell you how she got her nickname, but my rememberer is broken. I can tell you until a few months ago, I thought she got a lot of speeding tickets. Maybe I was so shocked to learn that wasn't the origin (nary a ticket), that the real deal wouldn't make a brain wrinkle for me.
Zoomer, could ya tattoo the origin of your nickname here, in writing? I can still read. Of course, I'll probably forget where you wrote it.
My father was a single parent, so my driving lessons had to include little brother Ricky in the back seat. Little bro was VERY excited about big sister driving, and would beg daddy to let sister take them "zooming" again...and again...and again. Brother Ricky (who is now all grown up and answers to "Rich") still calls me Zoomer. Could be worse. The other two brothers call me Shorty. :o)
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