my darling Boy built me a raised bed for a new vege garden. I was his Special Helper and got muddy knees from kneeling inside the frame for the bed and screwing the stakes on to it.
Looks like: muddy knees means I was Getting It Right.
Smells like: the pepperminty smell of Anti-Flamme. My neck is all funny from sleeping badly and my ankle is aching from working too hard.
Sounds like: wind wooshing through the tree outside by bedroom. Too big! I need a tree surgeon (and someone to pay for it.)
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Thanks so much for commenting! You rock my tiny world. For realz, man.