Today, I could tell y’all about a number of things.
I could tell you how I had to go to FOUR grocery stores to try and find something that apparently no longer exists, and finally had to settle for something not at ALL like what I wanted.
I could tell you how in order to get to the fourth and LAST grocery store, I had to leave the third one and PASS the two that I had ALREADY BEEN TO!!! Effectively wasting WAY too much gas. Y’all think you have it bad with the price of gas. Imagine having to pay the price of diesel. Yeah, it sucks way more.
I could tell you about how I feel like a big pile of hot ass. And how I feel like I’m about to barf up everything I’ve ever eaten. No, not for that reason. The other one. And how I keep seeing that commercial where they talk about “no wonder they call it the curse”. Yeah. I’m aware. Now could you quit reminding me please?
I could also tell you about how I realized my biggest “child rearing fear” (heh heh….rearing…) today while leaving grocery store #1. This woman and her little girl (maybe 3 or 4? I really have no frame of reference here…although I’m pretty sure she wasn’t 14) were still in the entrance room where they keep the carts, as they were when I walked in. The little girl was having a FIT and falling in it. The mom was trying her best, keeping her cool, talking to the little girl like she wasn’t screaming and crying, and trying to pry her hands off the cart, and the little girl was having none of it. As I walked by, I heard what the little girls tantrum was about. She wanted to hold the reciept. And the mom couldn’t find it. And the little girl just lost her shit. And this is what I’m terrified of. Irrational demands and reactions. I just don’t see myself dealing very well with that. So. One more reason of beng terrified of having kids. That brings us up to about 1,348,932.
Or how about I ask if anyone else thinks that dumbass show “Farmer Wants a Wife” should be called “Farmer Wants a Skank”? I know real cowboys and real farmers and they would NOT put up with some sissy, prissy, drama queen who thinks dirt is the devil and not getting her weekly mani-pedi is like, totally the worst thing EVER!!! For SURE!
But I won’t tell you about any of those things. Because they are depressing and not funny or interesting at all.
I’m going to show you this!

My red pepper! (yes, it’s a red pepper, it just hasn’t turned red yet) I’d say it’s almost the size of a baseball. I’m SO EXCITED!!! Like, ridiculously excited about my red pepper. And also, this!

My weird, funkified green pepper! I’m not sure why it decided to grow all stretched out, but I don’t care! Still excited!! About this too!

Green peppers for Everyone!!!

Also! Sweet banana peppers!!! (Rat loves them)

I couldn’t leave out the pictures of my parsley and thyme.
So there you have it. Pictures of my little garden. I’m going to have to plant them in bigger containers soon. My mom said it was a good thing they’re in kind of smallish pots now though, since it forced growth, instead of just root growth. I totally don’t know what any of that means, but it if means more green and red bell peppers and sweet banana peppers, then count me in!!!
Do y’all grow anything?