I Could Just Spit
I am totally annoyed right now. Cricket dug up my herbs. Since we got him, he has destroyed just about everything I've planted unless we've gone to some sort of super-human effort to dissuade him.
Every flower bed and every rose bush has either been excavated or eaten. The few remaining rewards of our efforts have been fenced. Even fencing didn't keep him from chewing all the buds off of the rose bushes, although it did prevent him from continuing to dig them up.
The veggie garden has chicken wire around it. Before the wire was up, there were craters in it daily, some of them bigger than he is. I'm sorry, but chicken wire sort of detracts from the intended beauty of the flowerbeds, so I just don't have flowerbeds.
But this is the ultimate. Being the clever sort I am, I planted the herbs in pots so tall he can't see into them. Did that stop him? No, he waited until I bonded with them (I go fondle and love my plants and talk to them daily) and then jumped into the pot and dug them up. shithead
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Plus, I found out this evening that my older pages are unreadable in older versions of Netscape. And I was sooooo careful, too. Drat, drat. For those of you using pre 4.0 versions of Netscape, I'm so sorry. I'll fix it. Now that I know the problem exists, I know what it is and it shouldn't be that hard to fix. I'm embarrassed. So much for graceful degradation - the phrase of the day on the diary list.
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This is funny. I just checked to see if Dave Van had updated. He has toddler twins that are VERY inquisitive. His day to day trials and tribulations make him the epitome of patience in my book. I thought reading his entry might inspire me to get over it . .and it did. His entry today starts out with his daughter pulling up the neighbor's tulip.
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Tom asked me if my feelings were hurt. I told him they were. He hugged me. I feel better now. I'm going to bed.
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