My parents didn't appreciate my gardening efforts though. Here's my dad ruining any of my future attempts at caring for the ficus.
If I had tear ducts I would cry.
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About Me
- SPKC
- First I was thrust onto the mean streets of Brooklyn, NY. Then I was caught in a feral cat trap. Then I was fostered and fostered and fostered again, finally by Nick and Jess. Then Nick and Jess adopted me. Now's I'm the centre of their attention and I write this blog.
That looks like cardboard. You know cardboard is also fun to shred and destroy. Just FYI.
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