You'll get a kick out of this.
So I checked my tomatoes this morning---I still haven't picked one---and decided to wait until this afternoon---just wanted to let a few ripen a bit more. Well, I came down from upstairs and found 6----yep 6---picked and sitting on the counter. I just about jumped all over Butch. He said he didn't do it. That leaves only one person---Margarita! What the....will I ever get to pick my own tomatoes? Plus, I like them a little riper. Don't I get to decide?
See, growing my own food doesn't work for me either! Between annoying little sisters, a well-meaning cleaning lady and all the wildlife, I can't win!
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