My stomach hurts tonight...I'm a bad spook.
Tomatoes did come in the other day. And I let my parents
have them. Then my uncle.
Enough is enough.
I couldn't help myself. Took a salt shaker to the garden and
had at it.
I'm so weak. But I love fresh tomatoes. And the cukes were there...
they were laughing at the tomatoes. So I ate them too.
I'm ashamed of myself...
I'm no good in a garden. I just eat it all.
What I need is.....a bigger garden.
Spook...so ashamed. (but happy)