whoa. btw, the exchange rate last night was two rodents for a quick pop. somebody hand me a sharp stick. i need to poke my eyes out.
—what?! i was freelancing last night and the osprey fell asleep on me, i was curious. i can quit anytime.
ornithologists. who knew?
i love the human condition. >CENSORED<. the amish in southern maryland seem to enjoy their own contradictions as well. witness the image below:
hmm. amish butter. kitten, get momma a biscuit. and it is delicious, i bought some yesterday and then noticed the dichotomy. simple butter in a plastic extruded cooler. but hey. it. was. butter.
then i looked at the farmer's market with a critical eye. horses to draw buggies. simple clothed people. homemade cakes, pies, preserves—and now plants for the garden. only i look at the plants. these are clearly plants from a wholesale gardening company. i saw them at my local home depot/lowes/grocery store on my way out to the farm. who cares, byrne?
ok—so why with the "women should use straight pins to pin their clothes" together conceit? throw the girl a plain button. you're allowing her to sell her homemade goodies in coolers, negotiate with heartless plant vendors and all the while she's gotta move carefully or she gets a stick from a straight pin. i'm thinking—how decorative is a black button?
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