I’m envisioning a summer with lots of time enjoying the sunshine while lounging around outside with a glass (or two or three) of wine. Unfortunately, these stupid weeds are putting a thorn in my summertime dreams. Normally, I would just get the strongest chemical around and douse those suckers into oblivion. But I’m afraid the raspberry bushes may not survive that kind of radioactive fallout. Or it could make the bushes produce freakishly mutated raspberries that when eaten will cause me to sprout an extra toe or something. Ya never know. It could happen.
So I’m going to have to tackle those bad boys the old fashion way…tediously pulling ‘em out one stubborn weed at a time. Ahhh…good times ahead. I’m soooo thrilled. Hummmm….maybe having a 6-toed foot wouldn’t be so bad after all.
