I’m curious about the fascination with your Pretty Pink Bush M.
It does seem to have attracted the attention of some of your neighbors. I know I was there several times when visitors remarked about how healthy and beautiful your Pretty Pink Bush was. Isn’t it wonderful when neighbors are able to recognize their fellow citizens’ efforts to beautify the entire neighborhood?
Now you and all your neighbors can sing: “It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood” together in one great big “group hug”.
Surely no one could complain about the beauty we’ve been blessed with.
Surely, no one would carry around a tape measure to make sure your Beautiful Pink Bush is legal, would they?
Really?
I guess you just cannot please some people, huh?
I’ve been your friend for years and I have never been so obsessed with your Pretty Pink Bush as some of the citizens of Coquille seem to be, even carrying around measuring devices to make sure your Pretty Pink Bush is legal.
Can’t you just see Inspector Clouiseau with his hat and his looking glass, and his measuring stick walking the mean streets of Coquille, making sure no ne else’s Pretty Pink Bush gets too big for their britches.
No accounting for latent yearnings, huh?
Karma will take care of that.
Praise Be !
Gosh that is awful. Hopefully it is not the same gargoyle… that would be possession of a stolen object
I have neighbors who had a gargoyle stolen from their yard two weeks ago. They are a wondeful couple. Women who love each other.
Anyway, I was thinking about the Karma that would be manifested in a gargoyle stolen from a loving couples’ home.
Betcha someone stole it and sold it at a yard sale.
Karma goes with it wouldn’t you say?
Bad Karma for whomever ends up with it.
The water no doubt contributes to the local mania. Let’s not forget that harpies are renowned for ‘snatching’ the life sustenance of others and it took the Boreads to save Phineas. Nevertheless, be careful you don’t get on her list, for once she hates you she is all consumed and vengeful. Will all do better to scrape for shekels behind pop dispensers or shake hands with, gasp!, Bill O’Reilly than, as Shakespeare said “-rather than hold three words conference with this harpy!”
I still find it odd, this preoccupation with your Pretty Pink Bush.
I have most of the girlfriends I’ve met along the way in this life, but I do not believe one of them ever thought about the size of MY Pretty Pink Bush, nor me about theirs.
Maybe it IS the water.
Seems an odd situation, but that’s just me.