My next door neighbor (at my parent's house) asked if she could pay me to plant some flowers for her. I woke up at 645 this morning to get over there early in attempts to avoid the heat. While toiling around in the dirt I had an epiphany. I hate gardening. I don't like sweating, I don't like dirt, and frankly, I don't think I'm very good at it. But I was thinking about all the older women I know, and they LOVE to garden. Especially my mom. Am I the black sheep? Or is gardening something that once you turn 35 it turns into a major hobby?
Please. Let me know.
Also, on an unrelated note, my mellow mushroom waiter guessed I was 16 the other day. Granted, he was weird and there's a pretty good chance he was high, but this is nothing out of the ordinary. He guessed my 17 year old sister was in fact, 17. Story of my life.
Gardening is at least partially genetic I do believe, but I think we should test your theory. Know any 35 year olds??
ReplyDeleteI was carded at a bar recently (fairly normal...) but he looked at my picture and back at me 3 times. Then asked me when my bday is. Seriously, I just got that ID after finals. Now tell me what is that about??