Had a lot of fun playing with my old band last night and hope to do it again; but as a guitarist I felt like a plant being stuffed back into its old flowerpot
Today is a holiday, but I went to work. My daughter is studying at home today. When I got home, she made a flowerpot cake that I said I wanted to try yesterday. My daughter said she didn't have any leaves, so I went outside to get some peppermint and decorated it. #sweets#flowerpot#青空スイーツ部
Wish that had been around when our first dog had to have an op. The vet had to make a cone out of a plastic flowerpot and the dog soon realised if anyone was in his way he could just whack their shins with it to force his way through.
That legitimately hurt to read. If I collapse into a bleeding mound of protoplasm in a few moments, I would not be surprised. Strangely, I feel as though I would be like that flowerpot in The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
Alt: A missile having been improbably transformed into a flowerpot thinking, inexplicably, "Oh no, not again."
my little shromps were very active this morning, so I tried to get some photos. The problem is they're tiny, so it's hard to photograph them. Here you are anyway, including a tank shot with my honey gourami vamping for the camera.
